Hey It's me
Hey, it's me. Someone who you told to be important in your life but never got the chance to feel it.
Someone who you saw the significance in the first place, but never saw my love coming.
Hey, It's me, and I'm feeling a little bit better now.
Trying to let you go, trying to forget you somehow.
It's been months, since you told me indirectly to leave.
When you told me goodbye.
You made me felt goodbye, with the use of your eyes, that you look up to me, but not enough to see me with you down on the isle.
You made me felt the pain, using your hands, that you yourself is always a helping hand but always short not to touch my soul.
You made me hear, with the use of your tongue, the words of motivation to keep on fighting but never to hear the Language of your love.
You made me think to be a better person using your Ideas and Principles, but theoretical enough to stay as an Idea and with no practical use in your life.
Just like me, Im useless. You made me feel Im no use for we never talked about this, who knows about this? About how I fought for you, no one.
Hey! It's me, and when trying to forget you, forget all the things that reminds me of you.
I met her, she is not like you, not even close.
She isn't as smart like you, when you as you are wearing those shining medals, she only wears her beautiful smiles and glittering positive outlook.
She is not as brave as you, when you like it being the alpha and the justice, when she silently walks her way through the crowd, unnoticed, firm, but bubbly enough not to hurt anyone.
She isn't as steady and stable just like you, for you had the best support group in the world but what she only had are facebook heart reacts and "notice me please" comments. But she managed to get all by herself.
Well she, showed me all the love in the world even when she failed to feel even a little bit of it
Well she isn't just like you because simply she made feel that I'm worth the fight, worth the love. Worth the sacrifices and worth a try.
When she just like an Old English breakfast coffee blend, with bread, egg and bacon in the end, she starts my day by completing it.
When she never told me how good my policies and Ideologies aHey, I'ts me. Someone who you told to be important in your life but never got the chance to feel it.
Someone who you saw the significance in the first place, but never saw my love comming.
Hey, It's me, and I'm feeling a little bit better now.
Trying to let you go, trying to forget you somehow.
It's been months, since you told me, indirectly to leave.
You made me felt goodbye, with the use of your eyes, that you look up to me, but not enough to see me down with you on the isle.
You made me felt the pain, using your hands, that you yourself is always a helping hand but fellbshort not to touch my soul.
You made me hear, with the use of your tongue, the words of motivation to keep on fighthing but never to hear the Language of Love.
You made me think to be a better person using your Ideas and Princples, but theoretical enough to stay as an Idea and with no practical use in your life.
Just like me, Im useless. You made me feel Im no use for we never talked about this, who knows? About this? About how I fought for you, no one.
Hey! It's me, and when trying to forget you, forget all the things that reminds me about you.
I met her, she is not like you, not even close.
She isn't as smart like you, when you wearing thoes shining medals when she only wears her beautiful smiles and glittering positive outlook.
She is not as brave as you, when you like it being the alpha and the justice, when she silently walks her way through the crowd, unoticed, firm but bubbly enough not to hurt anyone.
She isn't as steady and stable, for you had the best support group in the world but what she only had are facebook heart reacts and "notice me please" comments. But she managed to get all by herself.
Well she, showed me all the love in the world even when she failed to feel even a little bit of it
She isn't just like you because simply she made feel that I'm worth the fight, worth the love. Worth the sacrifices and worth a try.
When she just like an Old English breakfast coffee blend, with bread, egg and bacon in the end, she starts my day by completing it.
When she never told me how good my policies and Ideologies were, when in the first place she had no idea what are those, but she never fails to cheer me up when I'm feeling down.
When she never asked for a castle but always made me felt that I'm the Prince and she the princess to give that one magic kiss, to make me believe again to the world's everlasting promise.
When she never asked for anything else, just my heart.
Well she isn't just like you. Not even close, you are not even close.
She gives me only the heartaches, by staring at me straight into my eyes, the heartaches of feeling she walking away from my life.
She makes me cry by means of telling me, how Important am I and worthy of the love she has to offer.
Not like you, she wears gloss, huge amount of tint and a heavy blend of lipstick to cover up, not her insecurities but just like a car she wears it, to protect herself from the heavy feedback of light coming from the sources that may hurt her, concealing all the precious things within her, protecting it from people who are trying to steal it, and preserving it to the rightful owner and the perfect navigator to be with her, anywhere and to keep her, inside his yard and protect her forever.
And Yes, she isn't just like you
Because she, knows my value, she knows how to love me, despite of my flaws and inconsistencies that despite of the bad timing that we had before, we are here now back on track.
This is not what you think as a poem of regret.
It is for gratitude, thank you for making me realize that we are not for each other for here I am spending a phone call with the girl who's soon of being my partner for life.
No regrets.
For she is not like you, unlike you,
She loves me and I feel it.
And not like you, I Love her.
El, I love you.
Someone who you saw the significance in the first place, but never saw my love coming.
Hey, It's me, and I'm feeling a little bit better now.
Trying to let you go, trying to forget you somehow.
It's been months, since you told me indirectly to leave.
When you told me goodbye.
You made me felt goodbye, with the use of your eyes, that you look up to me, but not enough to see me with you down on the isle.
You made me felt the pain, using your hands, that you yourself is always a helping hand but always short not to touch my soul.
You made me hear, with the use of your tongue, the words of motivation to keep on fighting but never to hear the Language of your love.
You made me think to be a better person using your Ideas and Principles, but theoretical enough to stay as an Idea and with no practical use in your life.
Just like me, Im useless. You made me feel Im no use for we never talked about this, who knows about this? About how I fought for you, no one.
Hey! It's me, and when trying to forget you, forget all the things that reminds me of you.
I met her, she is not like you, not even close.
She isn't as smart like you, when you as you are wearing those shining medals, she only wears her beautiful smiles and glittering positive outlook.
She is not as brave as you, when you like it being the alpha and the justice, when she silently walks her way through the crowd, unnoticed, firm, but bubbly enough not to hurt anyone.
She isn't as steady and stable just like you, for you had the best support group in the world but what she only had are facebook heart reacts and "notice me please" comments. But she managed to get all by herself.
Well she, showed me all the love in the world even when she failed to feel even a little bit of it
Well she isn't just like you because simply she made feel that I'm worth the fight, worth the love. Worth the sacrifices and worth a try.
When she just like an Old English breakfast coffee blend, with bread, egg and bacon in the end, she starts my day by completing it.
When she never told me how good my policies and Ideologies aHey, I'ts me. Someone who you told to be important in your life but never got the chance to feel it.
Someone who you saw the significance in the first place, but never saw my love comming.
Hey, It's me, and I'm feeling a little bit better now.
Trying to let you go, trying to forget you somehow.
It's been months, since you told me, indirectly to leave.
You made me felt goodbye, with the use of your eyes, that you look up to me, but not enough to see me down with you on the isle.
You made me felt the pain, using your hands, that you yourself is always a helping hand but fellbshort not to touch my soul.
You made me hear, with the use of your tongue, the words of motivation to keep on fighthing but never to hear the Language of Love.
You made me think to be a better person using your Ideas and Princples, but theoretical enough to stay as an Idea and with no practical use in your life.
Just like me, Im useless. You made me feel Im no use for we never talked about this, who knows? About this? About how I fought for you, no one.
Hey! It's me, and when trying to forget you, forget all the things that reminds me about you.
I met her, she is not like you, not even close.
She isn't as smart like you, when you wearing thoes shining medals when she only wears her beautiful smiles and glittering positive outlook.
She is not as brave as you, when you like it being the alpha and the justice, when she silently walks her way through the crowd, unoticed, firm but bubbly enough not to hurt anyone.
She isn't as steady and stable, for you had the best support group in the world but what she only had are facebook heart reacts and "notice me please" comments. But she managed to get all by herself.
Well she, showed me all the love in the world even when she failed to feel even a little bit of it
She isn't just like you because simply she made feel that I'm worth the fight, worth the love. Worth the sacrifices and worth a try.
When she just like an Old English breakfast coffee blend, with bread, egg and bacon in the end, she starts my day by completing it.
When she never told me how good my policies and Ideologies were, when in the first place she had no idea what are those, but she never fails to cheer me up when I'm feeling down.
When she never asked for a castle but always made me felt that I'm the Prince and she the princess to give that one magic kiss, to make me believe again to the world's everlasting promise.
When she never asked for anything else, just my heart.
Well she isn't just like you. Not even close, you are not even close.
She gives me only the heartaches, by staring at me straight into my eyes, the heartaches of feeling she walking away from my life.
She makes me cry by means of telling me, how Important am I and worthy of the love she has to offer.
Not like you, she wears gloss, huge amount of tint and a heavy blend of lipstick to cover up, not her insecurities but just like a car she wears it, to protect herself from the heavy feedback of light coming from the sources that may hurt her, concealing all the precious things within her, protecting it from people who are trying to steal it, and preserving it to the rightful owner and the perfect navigator to be with her, anywhere and to keep her, inside his yard and protect her forever.
And Yes, she isn't just like you
Because she, knows my value, she knows how to love me, despite of my flaws and inconsistencies that despite of the bad timing that we had before, we are here now back on track.
This is not what you think as a poem of regret.
It is for gratitude, thank you for making me realize that we are not for each other for here I am spending a phone call with the girl who's soon of being my partner for life.
No regrets.
For she is not like you, unlike you,
She loves me and I feel it.
And not like you, I Love her.
El, I love you.
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