i dreamt about you calling last night, saying things youve never said but i know you mean it.
and i remember myself saying thank you.
boys always see girls, especially their girlfriends, stupid and naive. undeniable.
but youre not.
youre smart, and we talked a lot, in my reverie.
things we will never ever, by any means, tell each other in real life.
real life is cruel, we have a lot to tell, way too much, yet we look at each other from far, keeping secrets from each other.
we are just trying not to hurt each other. so fragile. so afraid of losing.
there is this little land that we will not go.
i woke up, realizing everything is in vain. you did not call. we did not talk.
i guess i just miss you.
no word can even describe my feelings now.
♛
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