I remember meeting my love one
few years before 12
I was young
We grew a part
and met when I was 16
I knew then, faith must brought us
" It a sign" I yelled
few years before 12
I was young
We grew a part
and met when I was 16
I knew then, faith must brought us
" It a sign" I yelled
First time we met,
Everything was shining like a per of sunglasses
We were unstoppable
The kind of love,
that melt
beautifully,
effectively
Everything was shining like a per of sunglasses
We were unstoppable
The kind of love,
that melt
beautifully,
effectively
and smoothly.
I was young,
When we first met,
I had no control
but to fall in
It was easy
like fire turning into ice
No distant
but close.
we were in love
I gave love my fully time
I refused to get out of bed
for days, I was busy
I was in love!
Days would pass and I
would not even notice
it was a routin
but a lovely one
It was the kind of love
that made me get away
from my friends, and family
It was the kind
that made me go wild and crazy
it was just everything
I was in love!
my love life lived in my walls
inside my skull, heart and brain
It hurt me in places that I didn't even know
they existed
It lived in places, memories
and late nights
Years later,
I couldn't even stop,
I was in love
our relationship was not bad
I used to fix it with a good cry
and a book
I remember allowing myself
to increase the nightmares
whenever my love partner
would give up on me
years later, I discover
that my life for thee
Was useless
I was the giving more type
But I grew bitter not better
I forced the noises in my head
to pick a keywords
that made my heart bend
I convinced myself
that all of those heartache
was from myself
only
That all of those times
that we fought, and broke a part
Was nothing
but a creation of a story
that I did
I demanded myself
to wake up
pretend like I was asleep
and wake up
with no anxiety
insomnia
or everything
I would rush my body
so fast, so I dont faint
from the pain that lived in my heart
the dull that kept me wondering
" what did I do wrong"
I was in love,
I had it all,
the time, texts, late night coffee
missing it
I had it all,
So, why would I give up
Instead, I swallowed it
like it a part of me
and I loved it
my love story
is like no other
young love
To be able
to love
depression
To be able to
be loved back
from it
is magical
Depression
took my flaws
Ate them
and continued
Depression
Took my hands
on late night talks
and command them to dance
Depression
is that good talk
is love
is no sad
is a heart
Depression is
love
Depression is
love
I was young,
When we first met,
I had no control
but to fall in
It was easy
like fire turning into ice
No distant
but close.
we were in love
I gave love my fully time
I refused to get out of bed
for days, I was busy
I was in love!
Days would pass and I
would not even notice
it was a routin
but a lovely one
It was the kind of love
that made me get away
from my friends, and family
It was the kind
that made me go wild and crazy
it was just everything
I was in love!
my love life lived in my walls
inside my skull, heart and brain
It hurt me in places that I didn't even know
they existed
It lived in places, memories
and late nights
Years later,
I couldn't even stop,
I was in love
our relationship was not bad
I used to fix it with a good cry
and a book
I remember allowing myself
to increase the nightmares
whenever my love partner
would give up on me
years later, I discover
that my life for thee
Was useless
I was the giving more type
But I grew bitter not better
I forced the noises in my head
to pick a keywords
that made my heart bend
I convinced myself
that all of those heartache
was from myself
only
That all of those times
that we fought, and broke a part
Was nothing
but a creation of a story
that I did
I demanded myself
to wake up
pretend like I was asleep
and wake up
with no anxiety
insomnia
or everything
I would rush my body
so fast, so I dont faint
from the pain that lived in my heart
the dull that kept me wondering
" what did I do wrong"
I was in love,
I had it all,
the time, texts, late night coffee
missing it
I had it all,
So, why would I give up
Instead, I swallowed it
like it a part of me
and I loved it
my love story
is like no other
young love
To be able
to love
depression
To be able to
be loved back
from it
is magical
Depression
took my flaws
Ate them
and continued
Depression
Took my hands
on late night talks
and command them to dance
Depression
is that good talk
is love
is no sad
is a heart
Depression is
love
Depression is
love
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