Hate is a battle against love, with this hurt you have caused I wonder, WILL LOVE WIN? But here is the truth, If I can’t stop my beating heart, then I can’t stop love.
Sitting alone in my wonderland, I ask “why did it choose you? I used to think that I will spend my whole life buried in those words you said to me, the romance we had, the moment we spent together and promises we made to each other, but little did I know that someday I will be dragged out of my imagination into the reality of this pain you caused.
Was it really love? I ask, please tell me the truth in the lies, and I promise I will stay and still be fine because truly around you have built my life, tall and strong like the wall of Jericho, a wall I can’t afford to let fall. “Were you meant to give me hope that wouldn’t see the break of the day?
I thought the word was TO LOVE, TO HEAL. I was alone nurturing my old wound from time past which you came to heal only to be opened up again by you.
Who else can stop this bleeding heart that so much yearned for you? Well I guess I have to start over again and hope for a better tomorrow still a believer of love. You have become my habit. Habit I think would be difficult to forget. Hate is not an option so I choose to love hoping for a better version of you.