Love is a thing,

Which ends to be
a one sided love
eventually.
Just like the
Farewell.

If I love again.
I’ll not forget,
I shouldn’t love
someone else too much.

I mistook that
this might be different.
I was in the sweet illusion.
Everything’s my fault.
I was the one who was a fool.

On the first day we
talked about the eternity.
I was anxious,
and I was right
I fooled myself.
That our love would
be different.

Eternity is a word,
Which scatters away
when you believe it.
Just like the love.

If I love you again,
I might be the same like this.
I think I’ll love you too much.
I think I’ll overdo again.

You blow through a
crack in the window.
Then I close my eyes,
and hear memories
calling me.

I’m still here,
standing with you.
That love is like
a white season,
it hurts me like
the light from the sunset.

Love is like the wind,
it passed me.
But the memories
remained
and kept me alive.

Facing each other
through the old diary.
Fumbled around
the memories,
and bring up the
old dusty memories.

It got me to the
time back then.
All good memories
are scattered away
and left me.

Why does that love
hurt me so much,
I can’t live anymore.
Love is like the wind,
it goes away
to me, again and again.