It used to feel wonderful,
that i do not want to forget,
all that we had,
are just memories.
Nothing is wrong,
it's just me, a stupid human,
that let myself get hurt,
over and over again.
Now, all stories must have an end,
that need to be read,
So is the end of my story,
which i'm sure was beautiful.
Trying to survive as hard as I could,
i'm like a rock hit by the waves,
living life in a mere cradle,
hoping for sincere love to destiny.
But till when?
I have to bear this?
Curse this love, abiding in my heart....
©seahorses
S