The insides of my eyelids are imprinted your photo
because everytime I shut them I see you.
It's been hard to let go
mainly because you'd become my life.

You moved on fast and easy,
and now,
it's up to me to do the same.

I know I would hate it to love you again.

Maybe am just scared to be lonely
Scared to love again.

I got so lost in the alluring depths of his soul, i forgot not to fall in love...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I was in love, but so were you.

Times changed
You changed.
I still remembered that-

Roses are red,
But my roses are dead
and they crumble under my feet,
their thorns pierce through my skin.

Violets are blue,
But my violets are due
To wither in my hands-
their petals slip through my fingers.

I am in love,
                        and I am dead.