Moving on from an almost relationship

We were almost lovers,
 almost made it
the hardest type
Despite of the short time
We were the favorite 3 in the morning
But in time,
We stopped wondering
holding hands,
You didnt told me your two top colours
or you almost felt for me
Yes, we were unlabeled
We both deserved the best
Someone who care
A love that is certain
a treat, like you are not an option
Moving on from an
almost relationship is endless pain
and accepting it is more aching
The pain will grow old and dies
But never even doubt your worth
Almost relationships
Both tell a tale of someone
with a “one that got away”
 And as much as you’d
like to forget these people,
at times they‘re stuck on you,
like a tattoo,
There are nights
when you remember them
as if it all happened yesterday
and you begin to wonder:
could we have worked
if I did this or would
he have not left if I did that?
 This is exactly
what we do wrongBut instead we should
Pick up the pieces
Move on

Farewell my Foe

Because I was the best

I could ever be,

You walked away,

Never looked back,

Your body language

Appeared to be blind,

More of becoming a deaf, but

You can walk away!

And never look back.

Perhaps, find someone new

Who will fall, for your

Sweet Brown eyes

As for I,

I will pick up the pieces

And carry myself home

To the place where

We first held the story

Dont cry dear,

Or suffer your soul.

Perhaps at least to pretend,

Its me to blame,

As I held our forties,

Leave them locked up,

And,

If it wasn't for our fights

I am sure, you wouldn't

Have left,

Nor,

Let our love

Grow harder, 

More than it seems

Dont pretend to be sad,

I am sure, you will forget

At the time,

When we both had our kiss

Farewell, my foe

And no worries

About the past,

Thought it was you,

That I loved, 

But for now, 

I am telling you 

Goodbye,

Farewell my foe

All I asked for

I have looked around, 

No signs to lead for you, 

Aired up the sky, 

Bullets hit the ground, 

Religions prove angles. 

Books write stories, 

No destination, 

Am I a myth?Nor an illusion

Cant be human?No way a solution,

Could I be dead?

Or immortal

Maybe with or without

Emotions,

I searched for you,

Rules and examination, 

Knocked my face, 

Put me underground, 

All I asked for, 

For you to help me out, 

A lighten candle 

To seek me not, 

But all I have found, 

Were legands 

That punched me down, 

All I asked for, 

Was a road, in my dreams, 

Maybe wake me 

Throught and in 

Those blooms, 

All I asked for, 

For your appearence, 

Maybe nothing more 

And in the end, 

I ask myself, 

Am I a zero?

Somehow near to

To become a hero