Our love was meant to be eternal
But behind every of your words were promises of lies
I built my world around them and loosened my guard
Now only dust are left from all I built
The love letters from the past only bring me hurt
The flowers that were blossom now wrinkled
I never knew what the old papers meant until now
You left a long time ago, but i was blinded to see
On my window I sit with a pack of cigarettes on my hand
And the old love letter on the other
You've moved on and probably doing better
But here I am stuck with a letter from the past
The melancholy and longing in each line... T_T
The essence of every poem