Thursday, July 28, 2016

Half Past 12

It's July it's 1 year since we parted . Love was not real til I walked in that room . I'm a walking dead man , memories piled in pockets and lockets in songs - 

I stay up at night to remember your eyes the way they were so honest with me . 

I'm not a romantic by far , I'm not a emotional person . I stand guarded and reserved . But I had no choice when I saw you , you stole my heart . 

Why are love stories always ending at 1. 

Will I ever talk to him again ? Can I fall in love again ? 

I'm lost . 

I'm waiting .