Following The End.

Sometimes you crave, sometimes you want. Nothing else really matters because you are alone, everything is much beautiful because you are.

Seeing things that are never to be, only hoping they could. Sitting alone talking to you, only makes me feel less of myself, I let you go.

Knowing you have not my love, but my sympathy.

I know who you really are, I can see you for what is right.

If only I could have your kiss, your touch, your eyes starting into mine saying you love me. It’s never true. Just give me a chance.

Remembering only the thoughts.

Love is rain.

And it can’t rain all the time.