I have so much pain
nothing gain.
I can't learn from His mistakes
It is not my falt to start to love who I thought loved me
To feel the flame of love,
At cheesiest as it can be,
Turn slowly to an inferno of composure.
Love is not only a feeling in your heart, but a state of mind where every priority diminished and every other person is a murky epitome of "doesn't matter".
Yet he was the stigma of love
I couldn't be with him
So I surmise that I am loinhearted
To say bye to this dreadful realation
But there is still pain
Nothing gain
Only loneliness
