• I want to let go
    of that smile he flashed
    The warmth of his body;
    he smelled like a spray of Axe
    His sweet words still lingers
    echoing near my ears

    But.

    He's cold now
    Don't want me now
    Does he hate me?
    What wrongs did I do?

    I rely on memories to keep living
    I rely on shooting stars;
    I'll wish him back

    I know how he is... maybe.

    It's over?

    I tried.
    Should've tried harder.

    Tried to try harder.