Sunday, 28 May 2017
On The 15th Of May I Thought What I Write Today
Even if ultimately love doesn't solve a thing and the sun does nothing more than trick us with the light it brings, if you loved me I think I could forgive all the upsetting things the knowledge of your existence brings and if you loved me I think I could cope with all the heartache living brings. At least for as long as my body lets me. But you'll never love me, you'll never get me. The absence of your love will forever be just another regret for me.