A moment that's awed for this heroic sense of letting go
Even though her curved lips are making it hard
Even though her pale skin is anchoring me to silently stay
Silently stay and watch her back as she walks away
Though on my wrist keeps her static smile
Yet he shouts that her smile is meant to be his
And now here I am
Having an ear that grows tired from listening those repeated letters
That has held my leg from simply turning away and walking away since those months
The same one that's keeping myself to write this down while my tongue keeps saying those words:
That pathetically, I do love her, even though she practically doesn't
A-O!
13 years ago
