LAST CRY

counting days since you were last mine,

i cant believe i'm still alive,

its like karma took a troll on me and she dont want me to die,

but emotionally im a dead man walking, but somehow i still feel my heart beating

and its calling but you cant hear it, so i fall back and face reality coz thats all im left

with, does it always have to end like this ? heartbreak and misery? sore throats and

an ocean filled with tears? i hate how i cant get over everything and love how up the

ledder i see you going.. wise men say loving her truly means watching her love

another and still choose to put a smile on your face,

slowly you will see it fade, if letting go means i love you than how on earth are we

suppose to live without the ones we love and adore?

is that how nature is or is there more..to the truth that is hidden, unspoken of..ignored

or just watched washed off shore?

but if you happy with where you are than i am okay with it,

if your heart finds another than i am okay with it,

if we stop chatting im not okay with it

but if you find reason to than i'll be okay with it.

if this is my last cry than i hope you okay with it.

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