My own private cross to bare by dantordjman, literature
Literature
My own private cross to bare
You say that I shouldn't worry
That I should not care
But each night I go to sleep
You're the cross that I must bare
I keep on thinking 'bout you
I just cannot help it
It's just that I can't move on
And therefore turn the page
I'm trying to forget you
(it's) way harder than planned
Looks like I'm not done yet with you
And anyway I'm damned
I look up there in the sky
Wishing my dream to be real
That in the blink of an eye
We'd seal some kind of deal
But in the corner of the street
I see the ghost of your smile
It increases my heartbeat
drowns me in demise
All of these memories
Are my daily stale bread
The echoes of your