Transition
Fated not to be...
You tell me you love me,
Then you say you don't.
You say you're coming over,
Then you say you won't.
You love me like a hurricane,
Then you start to freeze.
I just sit here and pray,
Fall upon my knees.
You had me wrapped,
With your seductiveness.
You said it'd only be me,
Why did I listen? Now it's just a mess.
For now you told me,
It's the way it's gotta be.
When I asked you why,
You replied "It's not you, it's me."
Not so eager now
It's going so cold tonight.
A lonely tear went outside.
It was so cold, it couldn't find
a hand to hold or a gentle whisper
to say it's gonna be alright.
it regrets to go out along, over the
cold cheek in the cold night.
Leaving the eye of proud holding it
for years. finally it realized that,
it's ok to cry but it's not ok to wait
for someone to understand.
Hidden inside the eye, it was lonely but
it was safe. Now it will always be a memory
of weakness that's what it will be, a lonely
tear went outside in a cold night.
She sends her regrets...
Sonnet 116--true?
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| Let me not to the marriage of true minds |
| Admit impediments. Love is not love |
| Which alters when it alteration finds, |
| Or bends with the remover to remove: |
| O no! it is an ever-fixed mark |
| That looks on tempests and is never shaken; |
| It is the star to every wandering bark, |
| Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. |
| Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks |
| Within his bending sickle's compass come: |
| Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, |
| But bears it out even to the edge of doom. |
| If this be error and upon me proved, |
| I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |