The Endless Loop of Misinterpretation
The way she spoke, the way the curves of her lips move, like a peaceful wave crashing to something, to a body, in which I wish that body was mine.
The way she smiled, such powerful and meaningful smile that makes me want to see till the end of days.
Her eyes, oh how they steal my attention. Dull and weary eyes I obtain, while she does not.
Her hair, the curls and curves, to resist temptations of touching it. Such difficulty and beauty I have seen in a girl.
Her laugh.
Laughter to me.
Laughter at me.
Stupid. Stupid. Idiot. Idiot.
To open my heart and get shot down.
To think she desired my company, but only used me.
Why must I always fall for them? Why must they tease me?
Why must I have a heart for them?
Why must I feel love? Love? No. That's something else, it's not love.
Love I never feel,
Love I never sense,
Love I never experience,
Love I never will obtain.
A mere illusion they are. A mere misinterpretation. A mere mistake. A mere coincidence.
There she goes. Old beauty gone.
Here comes another. New beauty here.
