This sad bouquet
It took time, took time
to accept the fact that one must loose
Everything except what you do not choose
It's taken time, long time
and yet more time it will take
Before my heart is free
and brave enough to break
This sad long tale of moments passé
Must come to an end before it is too late
Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love
But I never knew it was so hard
This sad bouquet of forget-me-nots
That I threw away is growing scars and dots
In this weary heart
where there's a bird, so shy
But one of these days
that bird will learn to fly
- Ola Salo ♥
to accept the fact that one must loose
Everything except what you do not choose
It's taken time, long time
and yet more time it will take
Before my heart is free
and brave enough to break
This sad long tale of moments passé
Must come to an end before it is too late
Wasn't born to hate, I was made to love
But I never knew it was so hard
This sad bouquet of forget-me-nots
That I threw away is growing scars and dots
In this weary heart
where there's a bird, so shy
But one of these days
that bird will learn to fly
- Ola Salo ♥
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