Misery

A long over due sentiment worth posting...


I keep holding on to what's left. Letting go of what used to be best, is next to impossible.

Love that won't go, is the same as saying that there are perpetual sufferings.

Missing someone you can't ever have in your arms, is a hopeless depressing act.

But I silently fight, for a feeling that can never happen again.

I nurse the pain as it goes along with the magic I felt then.

Stupid as it may seem, I just simply felt an immortal love this time.