Not an hour goes by without the thought of Him He, the one who betrays me He, the one who leaves me smiling He, the one I hate He, the one I love
Not a day goes by without the thought of Her She, the one who turns away from me She, the one who makes me laugh She, the one I am enemies with She, the one I am friends with
Not a week goes by without the thoughts of Him Her He, the one who makes me dazed Her, the one who makes me cry Him, the one I hate She, the one I am enemies with
A month goes by with one last thought, Him Her Him, the one I love She, the one I am friends with Blurry images, Wisps of voices of Him Makes my heart flutter, makes my spirits lift Memories, Clear, and Bright of Him Makes me lost, makes me overwhelmed Should I love? Or should I hate?
What is the meaning of this loving hate? What is the meaning of this hateful love?
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where