You are not who I thought I will love
You are not who I thought I will cry for
And yet, you make me want to cry
I want to stop dead and not talk
I want to shut my eyes close and not look
And yet, I see your face everywhere
Or what is there to care?
Let me cry until tears run dry
Let me look for you until you are really here…
Even if I don’t know if you would really be there
//Author’s note: In the mood of wanting to cry. The experience of heart wrenching open, blood-oozing pain and the undeniable emotions of blinding madness.
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