You told me that I made you feeling wrong. I didn't make you feeling wrong. You are wrong. You become wrong in the very moment you think that there's something wrong in receiving attentions. Maybe because you don't know how to reciprocate. But it's not your fault. It's that they drew you so. Incapable to associate happiness with receiving attentions. One day, maybe, you'll push beyond this limit, you will learn what nobody taught to you, and then everything will change. You will never feel wrong again. I really envy the man who will be on your side that day.
Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
Thursday, 30 June 2016
Wrong
You told me that I made you feeling wrong. I didn't make you feeling wrong. You are wrong. You become wrong in the very moment you think that there's something wrong in receiving attentions. Maybe because you don't know how to reciprocate. But it's not your fault. It's that they drew you so. Incapable to associate happiness with receiving attentions. One day, maybe, you'll push beyond this limit, you will learn what nobody taught to you, and then everything will change. You will never feel wrong again. I really envy the man who will be on your side that day.
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