And on the edge of despair, the aching heart bleeds
For something very vague, for something out of his own league
Thought to himself that this time shall pass soon
But the bleed went on to day to days and midnight to noon
Waited and waited for guess now too long
Doubting everything and the walls of rights were now wrong
What happen when the time flies away in the sky?
He can see it, he can feel it but deep inside it was only about WHYs?
The time passed but the darkness stayed
The time passed but void is there
The time passed but nothing left
The time passed everything changed but something left behind
Left with words unsaid
Left with “but i never expressed”?
Left with “but that moment unloved”?
Left with never knew that “this was last meet”
Left with only if someone would have asked for once?
The desires of fixing the damage urged too later then the moment it occurred or may be little too soon,
Things might be different or might not but the heart wouldn’t be same for sure
Wouldn’t be heavy each day with the unsaid, with the unfeeling, with the unloved moments
Wouldn’t let people in, wouldn’t let their touch their flesh their smell and all the small details hanging around in its domain
The bleed heart might bleed a bit only if
The bleeding heart might ache but only if
And honey this aint a regret song, please don’t confuse yourself
The lines were just to admire the ache that someone can ascribe to himself so much that
Now they all are alive!!!
Heart that bleeds have his own story
Heart that bleeds have his own glory!!!