I'm trying my best to let go of him but my memories continue to reminisce.
As I grab hold of my fingers as they attempt to call him
my mind turns into a bliss
my legs become so anxious
and my feet is debating on walking
my body just longs to feel him
I can't refuse when my heart is doing the talking
This love is taking me down a two way street
I hate him on Monday
and by Tuesday I'm knocked off my feet.
Where do I start
I'm ready to leave
but as I turn away
he reaches out for me
behind the pupils of his eyes
I denied myself too see
that at the end of that dangling rope
was sadly hanging me
I hate that I need him at my side
every minute and every second
This love crave has gone mad!
I'm like history in the making
well known, fairly appreciated
I may even say apart of a legend
but with so much aim for greatness apart of me still aims low
I was dodging his love like darts
it's just so hard when your letting go
trying my best
putting my past to rest
nevertheless
our love still exist
S