1 out of the 3

Everyday is different,
everyday is new.
Yet all i can feel is fear -
the fear of losing you.

One out of the 3 wishes,
crumbled when doubt appears.
The promises made that were broken,
the dreams we had, shattered.

For once you didnt have an answer,
as i stood there wondering for a moment
confused and clueless -
This false sense of emptiness that you gave to me.


Its happening to me time and time again. I am continuosly having this same feeling that the gap is widening between me and my friends. But at least you spoke to me, and thats all that matters.

Its a terrible game to play with people's heart, especially mine