LT - Habit
Assalamualaikum
Dear John,
Things were always two sides with you.
Your company was the one who kept me warm,
And it played a big role at times I felt I was alone.
When I thought I had no friends and things were hard,
You and the history we shared kept me warm, it felt good to have you around. It has always been good.
It was like we were walking hand in hand, skipping in the town. With me thinking that I had you, and that would stay for a while. You spoke to me like it was forever, you as a remedy, and me telling you stories. I never really thought of you as hard as I do now, but the resistance was negative. That's how good it was with you around. You were all sunshine and rainbow. It was the part where everything was moderate, and it was before I dared to dive deeper.
I never regret the things I did which they foresaw as stupidity and insanity. I thought I once did, but it was out of love and appreciation. But I'm sorry for only thinking about me and my satisfaction. I'm sorry if it made you feel bad and you felt like the burden got heavier.
It was summertime, and what I encountered with you was all bright in colour. It was risky, and you were kind enough to make me think it was okay if I didn't think first before jumping. It was risky, yet so addictive. It felt good to have you around.
Tomorrow came and it was snowy outside. I figured it out after some time. Things were always two sides with you. I taught myself to understand. I had to be careful with my words; we should. But that had an underlying meaning that convinced me I cared, and I wanted to care. But we could never force ourselves to accept what we would refuse since day one. Just like I couldn't force myself to like egg yolks, and you couldn't force yourself to like the things you adamantly hate.
I think today it became worse. Things slowly faded into one. Now I could only see one side of everything. Was it worse? Or it's for the better? It was cold outside. The sky was dark, wrapped in gothic purple. Beneath those clouds I could no longer see you and the warmth you once poured into me. It felt good knowing you were still around. Were you?
Are you?
The one thing I thought you needed to know,
I always felt the vibration from you was different, since the day it became colder.
But this doesn't mean that it's wrong.
It's not, at all.
I thought I needed you to talk to me. But I guess it was just an old habit. The addiction was just a habit. I hope it's dying.
Dear John,
Things were always two sides with you.
Your company was the one who kept me warm,
And it played a big role at times I felt I was alone.
When I thought I had no friends and things were hard,
You and the history we shared kept me warm, it felt good to have you around. It has always been good.
It was like we were walking hand in hand, skipping in the town. With me thinking that I had you, and that would stay for a while. You spoke to me like it was forever, you as a remedy, and me telling you stories. I never really thought of you as hard as I do now, but the resistance was negative. That's how good it was with you around. You were all sunshine and rainbow. It was the part where everything was moderate, and it was before I dared to dive deeper.
I never regret the things I did which they foresaw as stupidity and insanity. I thought I once did, but it was out of love and appreciation. But I'm sorry for only thinking about me and my satisfaction. I'm sorry if it made you feel bad and you felt like the burden got heavier.
It was summertime, and what I encountered with you was all bright in colour. It was risky, and you were kind enough to make me think it was okay if I didn't think first before jumping. It was risky, yet so addictive. It felt good to have you around.
Tomorrow came and it was snowy outside. I figured it out after some time. Things were always two sides with you. I taught myself to understand. I had to be careful with my words; we should. But that had an underlying meaning that convinced me I cared, and I wanted to care. But we could never force ourselves to accept what we would refuse since day one. Just like I couldn't force myself to like egg yolks, and you couldn't force yourself to like the things you adamantly hate.
I think today it became worse. Things slowly faded into one. Now I could only see one side of everything. Was it worse? Or it's for the better? It was cold outside. The sky was dark, wrapped in gothic purple. Beneath those clouds I could no longer see you and the warmth you once poured into me. It felt good knowing you were still around. Were you?
Are you?
The one thing I thought you needed to know,
I always felt the vibration from you was different, since the day it became colder.
But this doesn't mean that it's wrong.
It's not, at all.
I thought I needed you to talk to me. But I guess it was just an old habit. The addiction was just a habit. I hope it's dying.
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