I'm going all wrong again.
Always attaching to the unavailable.
Always looking for something, when
nothing exists.
For that, I won't blame you, fair warning
I received.
Seems that, the more I give you, the faster I lose you
And the old would bleeds again.
It's almost as if the soul is not happy if feels no pain.
More clearly I see the lesson, you, my beautiful lesson
for I been presented with the topic before, I have never been so purposely prepared to make mistakes.
You, my mistake, the one I choose to make, but shouldn't. Why is it so wrong to choose what's right?
But feels so right to choose what's wrong?
We both have yet to learn.
I have yet to lean...
My lesson it's easy; my lesson is to not beg for your love.
Yet, I give you pieces of me freely, and quietly keep holding up to a false hope.
My lesson, becomes each time more clearly,
When I hear you want to spend the time with me, just for fun.
My lesson, becomes hard, when you mention the future and I'm not in it, the way I want to be.
My lesson becomes harder, when you walk away from me.
Author of quote- Unknown
Quote, Taken form a fb post
