Past

Such a long time ago we

where together

I moved on and let you go

All that happened suddenly didn't matter

Though at that time I loved you so

Since I'm back things have changed a lot 

You got a new life and found new love

I'm no longer all you got

And I'm happy for you, though it's tough

Sometimes I think what if then. 

But I already know it's no use

I do still miss the times when.

But I don't want to think about the past, I refuse

I was so sure of myself I left it all behind

I was so sure I let go

So what are you still doing in my mind?

Sometimes I don't know anymore 

How come I wonder if you still love me?

I should be over you

How come I'm jealous of your lady?

Why do I hope you think of me too? 

It's been a year ago since I went away

Maybe I just miss the past

There is still so much to say 

But it's too late and time went too fast

And I have to accept the fact that it's not the same anymore

But I have trouble thinking like that

And I have to accept that it's not like before

But the past is so hard to forget 

Weird thing is I don't want you back, too much pain in the past

Though I miss you, I miss us forever

Weird thing is I can't love u anymore I gave you all my best

But you won't go from my heart, never

Live like today is last day

Live like today is last day
Everyday you live
Everyday you fun
Everyday you live
Everyday you sad
Sad Fun, Fun sad
Everything not still
When we out off life
Look out the world
Wide
Maybe
Only live for today
...

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

 (W.B. Yeats)
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.