viernes, 16 de enero de 2015

45

It's funny how the fantasy crushed
turned into nothing.
Expectations only lead to a downfall
for those who are unable to meet them.

It's not as if you were extraordinary
you just simply were
in my head, brighter, better, stronger
than you really are.

It's not your fault.
Be sure of that.
It's not your fault I built you up too high,
making you up in images of the past
with a touch of melancholy.

And you could have known that I'm a sucker for nostalgia
and it walks with me with every step I take.
The past is past now
Your face is not the you I knew
and you aren't the you I knew  either.


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