This loss is clear to me.
Not because the hate,
But the love I've given,
Are no longer there.
I frequently show you,
A lovely bliss fantasy,
I take each day as it comes,
As the faces will never return.
But love is still not enough,
Misery reigned,
This is not your concern,
Even the heart still longing.
This worry is solely mine,
Looking for happiness,
I can't win everyone.
It is your choice,
I'm not your concern,
The heart still yearns,
This doubt is solely mine.
In search of mere illusion,
I am unable to afford it,
There is no exception,
The heart still pleads.
A certain worry is purely mine.
In quest of the answer,
I just abide for losing you.
Write From Experienced,
A Genuine Piece Always Comes
From A Broken Heart.
