it is simple i suppose.
my world has old hand prints on it and i want to pour cement on those prints so that they last forever.. i want today to be the past and tomorrow to be the present i want the love of others to be my last love, so that it will be first love in my heart. even so their love will be forgotten, they always say don't ask for permission but for forgiveness, shall i apologize for loving someone, shall i apologize for putting on a smile, faking it ever so much so that they think I'm happy, there is a weight on my chest but whoever was helping me lift it up forgot about me so that weight crushes me more and more everyday.. so is it really that simple for me to have these hand prints embedded onto my mind and body the hand prints they left.. i want those prints there so they will forever be remembered for their pain, and their happiness they gave me.
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