To me the things you say
However golden words they may
Put them out in the storm
In a chapel, a graveyard, in whichever form
Come back to the things unsaid
Millions of tears that we shed
Pull me out of the endless pit
Remember the candles that we lit, together
Good or bad. Whatever we had
Flows through me and drives me mad
Wind blows and leaves behind nothing
its the the memories which are the most hurting
ReplyDeletehurting memories make me feel alive
make me realize u were a part of my life
life has taken me places
shown me all kind of ugly phases
but i still crave for the one
who was my definition for fun.