breathing on the cold window.
remembering the beat of his rhythmic heart.
reminiscing on how they used to be.
everything thing they had.
she couldn't believe what they've resulted in, now.
no longer each others 'everything'.
almost avoiding and putting all her effort into blocking every thought she has of him...
and them.
of what they did have.
what they could've had.
what they would've had.
but not what they should've had.
since it was, obviously, not meant to be.
they had put all their power into the love they both shared.
the relationship they had was relentless.
it was unstoppable.
no one could break the spell they had both put over each other.
summer.
in the middle of night.
dreams.
dreams of one another.
always.
always wishing it'd come true.
"will it ever come true?"
no.
just a dream.
always a dream.
no one is perfect.
we can't be.
love is impossible to figure out.
feeling;
so cut down.
dark.
deprived.
for what she longed for.
for what he longed for.
just a figure of imagination.
what everyone hopes for.
just a dream.
something not worthy to believe in.
but somehow everyone seems to fall into.
this terrible emotion.
bittersweet.
but harsh at it's most.
breathing on the cold window.
remembering the beat of his rhythmic heart.
dreaming...
remembering the beat of his rhythmic heart.
reminiscing on how they used to be.
everything thing they had.
she couldn't believe what they've resulted in, now.
no longer each others 'everything'.
almost avoiding and putting all her effort into blocking every thought she has of him...
and them.
of what they did have.
what they could've had.
what they would've had.
but not what they should've had.
since it was, obviously, not meant to be.
they had put all their power into the love they both shared.
the relationship they had was relentless.
it was unstoppable.
no one could break the spell they had both put over each other.
summer.
in the middle of night.
dreams.
dreams of one another.
always.
always wishing it'd come true.
"will it ever come true?"
no.
just a dream.
always a dream.
no one is perfect.
we can't be.
love is impossible to figure out.
feeling;
so cut down.
dark.
deprived.
for what she longed for.
for what he longed for.
just a figure of imagination.
what everyone hopes for.
just a dream.
something not worthy to believe in.
but somehow everyone seems to fall into.
this terrible emotion.
bittersweet.
but harsh at it's most.
breathing on the cold window.
remembering the beat of his rhythmic heart.
dreaming...