There will always be something missing.. someone missing. I will
There will always be something missing..
I will always feel that this isn’t whole or will ever be
My feelings will never be the same anymore.. they will not have
the same radiance as before.
But I will learn to live with that, to cope with it..
because somewhere out there you’re living the way you
always longed to live.
Somewhere out there you’re finally the person you wished to
You finally exiled who people thought you were, or wanted you to
And that alone makes me filled with