When you wrote to me the first time I was floored, your words managed to catch my attention. See, I have always been social, smart and cautious. But you taught me how to let loose and let my emotions out. And I began to write my feelings, then I noticed I could sing what I wrote. Started writing for others and now my talent is slowly getting the attention of others.
So. This piece should remind you of where we come from. I took time to re-write your work and this is what cme out.
There are days when I think.
There are days where my thoughts, render me your face And I cry.
I don’t cry because I want you back
I cry because my heart does
Maybe you not the one but, you could’ve been the one
I don’t miss you per-say, my heart commands your presence
I don’t love you no more, I just
Never ceased doing so
I don’t want you back
I fear dreams come true.
I am not afraid of what I feel,
Words could never do justice.
I though I could but,
your silence is too loud.
I thought ill of you.
Now I detest my own jealous nature,
Perhaps we could work out,
a thought that is remains.
You had my heart.
You had my soul.
You had my body.
You had my mind.
All that is left of me is but a disdainful clone…
Believe me I tried.
Believe me I hoped,
that one day i’d be rid of you
In my thought, pity my brains now work overtime
Since the pendulum of heart and mind
Still remains unbalanced.
I loved and still do.
When you’d hurt me, i’d easily forgive.
When you’d cry, I would.
What I miss now is not you.
But the pain of loving you,
at least then this prevalent v oidness was alien in your presence…