and I know in my heart that it is right
some doors are better left closed
once you walk through
i find myself overwhelmed with desire:
turn back, turn back
whispers my heart
'everything can be salvaged'
i told myself once
but it can't be.
truth be told
nothing can be salvaged
in matters of the heart
unless you betray it
(turn it irrevocably
the other way round)

some call it maturing
but mostly it seems to me
like giving up.


@темы: верь лишь мне, unfinished [alone]