To forget you: That is the most impossible thing to do.

To forget is just an interpretation. An immeasurable love’s memories can never be wiped off. Time doesn’t devour memories: It just slowly, painfully converts it into fragments of a dream. Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of the dream, and the dream will alter into a memory again.

To forget you. Is not to remember you. Every single detail in life reflects you. But to forget you, what I have to do is not to remember you.

For now, sinking into a memory of one of the touches you stroked on me, I cannot remember the physical touch, but I can remember the delicacy of it.

Have I forgotten you? When I tried to forget you, I had just thought of you again. Are you, are you thinking of me now, as my mind revolves with your image, again and again?

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It was not a decision based on emotions when I decided to break the news to you. I had thought of it for months: The happiness that we shared, it is never going to last, and if that is so, why still pursue a love that is going to writhe away soon? Why create more happiness, when I know that this ring of glee is going to be part of a memory that you will dearly miss, and I will heartbreakingly forget?

Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration.

Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness.

Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity.

When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.

Because when I decided to end our relationship, I realized our story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once read and a movie we once watched.

When I step out of the main door, I love you deeply, but am going to tell you that we are going to separate soon. The pain is not the separation: The pain is the love that we share; the love that was once so blissful is never going to be refreshed again.

The pain is that we are still so much in love, yet we have to let go now. Only someone who had experienced this before will understand.

Isn’t it ironic? It is my profound love for you that brought us together. Now, it is the same profound love that will separate us.

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I turn and walk towards my bike. Maybe you’re crying. Haven’t you seen it coming? These few months, our conversations were like two strangers who had just become friends. Six steps later, I finally turn my head a little to steal a glance – a final glance maybe - at you. I cannot see you clearly, because in front of my eyes are my own tears.

Are they tears of sorrow, or tears of relief?

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The utmost pain in this world is not breaking up with you: It is remembering the love that we once shared, yet there is no likelihood to revive this love once again.

I don’t remember the tears; I only remember the pain.



Source: http://www.goodybooks.com/toforgetyou.htm

would someone please pull the trigger to my head
i'll be more happy when i'm already dead
i hope u people find me laying in my bed
with a fucken bloody slaughtered neck
i'm sorry i couldnt take life anymore
inside it felt like i was gonna explode
cause i had 2 many fuzzy feelings inside
it was too painful i just had to end my life
i already knew that soon i would shut down
thats why everytime i walked around
people always saw me with a sad, lonely frown

Written by : lonely.poetic death

Never weep, have no sorrow
Just pretend there’s no tomorrow
Leaves are slowly falling down
Red, orange, green, and brown
Swiftly gliding in the air
Softly landing in her hair

Never weep, have no sorrow
Just pretend there’s no tomorrow
She is sad, with much grief
It feels as if there is no relief
More leaves pass her by
She sadly watches as they fly

Never weep, have no sorrow
Just pretend there’s no tomorrow
Another leaf is falling down
Floating toward a head of brown
A boy reaches for the leaf
Noticing a girl in sadness and grief

Never weep, have no sorrow
Just pretend there’s no tomorrow
Carefully grabbing her tiny hand
Before a leaf begins to land
The moon, gleaming in the sky
Little boy and girl say goodbye

Never weep, have no sorrow
Just pretend there’s no tomorrow
Boy and girl meet once more
Both are older than before
Slowly walking down the isle
The groom gives her a handsome smile

Never weep, have no sorrow
Just pretend there’s no tomorrow
Leaves begin to fall once more
Lady weeping by the shore
The man’s name, carved in stone
The woman is left all alone



Never weep, have no sorrow
Just pretend there’s no tomorrow
One after another, days go by
Here is the woman, left to cry
The leaves always tumble down
Even though there’s no head of brown
You can weep, have much sorrow
Just remember, there is tomorrow

Written by : Brett Elliott

My eyes are dry having used all the tears
but the tears of my heart continue to cry,
warm droplets frozen by the icy wind
from the cold hearts of others.
Jagged shards of ice dripping from my weeping heart
tearing, shredding, gouging, wounding,
trying to disfigure and make grotesque
the love in my heart.
My heart grows old and weary of the pain
offering love only to be rejected again
rebuked in the worst possible ways
lied to, cheated on, closed heart
and mind, used, just refused.
Outside my heart is scarred
and strewn like craters of the moon
but inside there is a garden of flowers
fed by the spring of warm tears
as they flow to face the cold hearts
Though the flower garden
is old and not as bright
the blossoms are still full of love
waiting apprehensively, expectantly,
to merge with the garden of another.
Outside the icy winds blow,
the tears of my heart painfully freeze,
eternally awaiting a warm heart
to change them to water again.

Source : Google

Never say I love you
If you really don't care

Never talk about feelings
If they aren't really there

Never hold my hand
If you're going to break my heart

Never say you're going to
If you don't plan to start

Never look into my eyes
If all you do is lie

Never say hello
If you really mean goobye

Never say forever
If you aren't going to try

Never say forever
'Cause forever makes me cry.

There is a tear embedded in my heart
A lonely tear so cold and so dark
A tear is embedded and taken hold
A lonely tear fills my poor empty soul

There is a tear no one can see
A lonely tear sobs in deep misery
A tear with no hope for tomorrow
A lonely tear consumed in hopeless sorrow

There is a tear inside my tortured chest
A lonely tear longing for a gentle caress
A tear is shed for someone to hold
A lonely tear which I cannot control

There is a tear deep inside, so cold
A lonely tear has engulfed my soul
A tear which cries for someone to care
A lonely tear so full of despair

There is a tear which drowns my heart
A lonely tear for a world fallen apart
A tear has been cried with misery and pain
A lonely tear whose love was in vain.

Maybe you will find many people
That richer than me
Smarter than me
Kindness than me
And better than me
But, if they all leave you
Remember no matter what, no matter how
I’ll never leave you alone
I’ll always be there for you
In every condition and every situation
You may not scare and afraid about anything
I’ll help you to find the way out from your problem
Tell me everything
Everything that make your heart sad
That make your heart shattered
I’ll be there for you when you are laugh
While you are cry
I’ll be there for you when you are love me
When you hate me
Close your eyes
Take my hand
I’ll bring you to the better place
That there only you and me

Source : Google