Fated
My love for her is, perhaps, an emotion I'm fated to feel, and her absence is a burden I'm doomed to bear. Day after day my love grows but my longing becomes worse. I guess it's really designed to be this way--love and longing coming hand in hand. Loving someone so much will really never be enough.
In this fast-paced life, I often feel that I'm stuck in a moment, lost in trance with the world around me just passing by. In solitude, my heart bleeds and my soul cries. I hear elegy for lost love and requiem for withered hope. There, in that moment, I embrace pain, misery and despair. With her absence, those moments strike so often. Pain becomes too much to bear.
In this fast-paced life, I often feel that I'm stuck in a moment, lost in trance with the world around me just passing by. In solitude, my heart bleeds and my soul cries. I hear elegy for lost love and requiem for withered hope. There, in that moment, I embrace pain, misery and despair. With her absence, those moments strike so often. Pain becomes too much to bear.
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