I'd been determined to write of happier things today. In fact,I'd started off happy, when I realized that I was trying too hard. Maybe not today. I'll stick to being honest to writing, if not anything else.
You've been haunting me again. In the mornings, in my bus rides by the window..one of my favourite parts of the day. I should have known then,the day spelt trouble. But then, you spelt trouble too, from the very first day.
I should have known. I should have anticipated this spell. Stumbling across train tickets, old poems, rusty old days of winter with its stolen moments and happy little lies.
You're out there now, fighting. Fighting with your mates,fighting for a cause, fighting for a place, maybe more dear than I will ever be. And here I am,penning it all down, a pathetic lump of overbearing nostalgia,resorting to overtly sentimental explosions.Deserving,you'd say.
I wonder if it ever feels the same for you? Not anymore, I know.
I'll stop now.
Good luck, my love.
You've been haunting me again. In the mornings, in my bus rides by the window..one of my favourite parts of the day. I should have known then,the day spelt trouble. But then, you spelt trouble too, from the very first day.
I should have known. I should have anticipated this spell. Stumbling across train tickets, old poems, rusty old days of winter with its stolen moments and happy little lies.
You're out there now, fighting. Fighting with your mates,fighting for a cause, fighting for a place, maybe more dear than I will ever be. And here I am,penning it all down, a pathetic lump of overbearing nostalgia,resorting to overtly sentimental explosions.Deserving,you'd say.
I wonder if it ever feels the same for you? Not anymore, I know.
I'll stop now.
Good luck, my love.
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