Skies of Lies

de Beatrice Onofrei, clasa a X-a B

Sursă imagine: www.pinterest.com


Somehow now and way before,
I thought your heart was mine to adore.
I thought i had you all for myself,
be your first to feel,first to crave.
I belived your stupid lies,
dreamed above and dreamt of skies.
Seen us two ,holding hands,
kissing soft under the moon’s cast.
Even though we are not far,
out distance make me tear apart.
You broke my trust
before you even earned it,
made me question myself in all my honesty.
I gave you all the chances you may have needed,

let you be the wisest of all meaning.
You took it all, and threw it away,

acting like it wasn’t my right to say,

to question or to know, who were you before.
You said you loved me,
asked me not to let you go,
but I knew deep down
that it was me who was thrown.
A forbidden love one may say,
one love i crave day by day.

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