When the tears are not enough.
I sit here, all alone again, on a rainy Sunday night. I wish I could be somewhere else or that I'd be on the next flight.
It is during nights like these when the tears are not enough.
I check my phone for any missed texts or perhaps one missed call. Once again I end up being dissapointed so I put it away and continue staring at my white wall.
My heart cried out for you but I guess that my tears were not enough.
I was naive to think that "love concurs all". I believe this happened mostly during last fall.
For I cried during many endless nights and the tears that I fell for you never seemed to be enough.
Still, life goes on. It can be seen as a game but I wonder who won?
I must be strong, yes my heart needs to be tough. What else is there to do when the tears never seem to be enough?
It is during nights like these when the tears are not enough.
I check my phone for any missed texts or perhaps one missed call. Once again I end up being dissapointed so I put it away and continue staring at my white wall.
My heart cried out for you but I guess that my tears were not enough.
I was naive to think that "love concurs all". I believe this happened mostly during last fall.
For I cried during many endless nights and the tears that I fell for you never seemed to be enough.
Still, life goes on. It can be seen as a game but I wonder who won?
I must be strong, yes my heart needs to be tough. What else is there to do when the tears never seem to be enough?
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