I try to be everything that I am not.
I'm just fitting into your world.
I throw the stones you threw at me, waiting for you to feel my pain.
The same marks that are in me, also hurt your heart?
If only my feelings touched your soul.
Maybe now it would not be necessary to see you go.
You left blaming me for the mistakes you made.
I stayed here, afraid of the blades of his sharp words
Even to the sound of this empty house.
With all the love that has been silenced here.
Something in me was even forgotten, what looked happy.
Whatever happened, I do not believe is dead.
When we notices everything fades away.
Like the clouds in the summer, coming and going.
Maybe this is not even the end.
Created: May 10, 2017WatchJames Document Media