Strawberries taste how lips do
And it’s not complete yet
Mustn’t get our feet wet
Cos that leads to regret
Diving in too soon
Little Bird- Ed Sheeran
I'm confused right now. I am normally the type of person that just thinks with there head but now my heart wants to be involved in the action. I'm not sure of anything, I'm not even sure if I want to be with him again. All I know is I miss him and I don't know what that means.
Over the past month I've been keeping a section in my journal of things I want to say to people but I'll never have the courage to. There very conflicting, what I wrote at the beginning of the month is very different from what I wrote a few days ago. I guess I still haven't made my mind up about a lot of things, not just him.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you.
But the roses are wilted, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty, you wrists are stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear;
there's no silver lining cause you're no longer here.
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight, you're laying there frozen, so far from the light.
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun,
but time can't be turned nor your actions undone.
The words that you wrote that only I read,
" I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead."