domingo, junho 25

I've been loving you until today, but...

You asked me if i regretted us. If i was sorry for letting me and u be us.

No, of course not.
But then.. my mind startes waving my dear (misunderstood) memory.
Of course not.
But could'nt you have told me, just before i fall in love
How much your eyes burn me when you're angry
& How much you love yourself better than everybody
How much flaws you hide in your life line.
And how much prejudice you hold in your heart.
Could't you have warned me about those days
When you just don't care.
When your love kills with jealousy,
When you open your mouth to say everything but the truth.
Why didn't you told me... when i asked you, long time ago, if you loved me
Thet you did loved me. BUT
You ment to change me.
You ment to work my personality.
To save me... to keep my lonly self less miserable
Yess. You loved me. (But...)
(But...) yes. I loved you. And that's the difference.
So i've been loving you, like a fool, until today. And you could'nt find in me all those things that i didn't had but that you belived i could have.
I'm so sorry. Today you could have asked if i regretted us. No, but...

2 comentários:

Alexx M. disse...

Linduh...
There's always a but, isn't there?

fairy dust disse...

Eu tb amava alguém, mas...

Acho que escreveste um bocadinho da minha vida numa página =)

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