meaning

3:03 PM

what do i mean to you?
cos' i keep on getting the feeling
that it's after all not that important.

am i nothing more than a little girl
whom you coax with promises
that never come true?

yeah, life is simple without you.
nothing to miss about,
no time wasted.

yeah, life can be so complicated.
so many things to get used to,
too many lies to get over.

don't do this to me.
i know life's but a dream,
but don't make it a nightmare.

i'm running, chasing, after your words
making sense and meaning out of them.

things that never come true,
aren't supposed to mean a thing.
i shouldn't care so much.

take things lightly.
yeah, chill,
life's like this.
divine
Then let our trial teach us patience.

reminiscence


coniungere
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

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