Goodnight sunshine

There are emotions that can't be hidden in metaphors.

No, what I feel can't be blended in decors.

It is too raw, too sore.

I was an ending, before it began.

Gosh I understand now, when

I was holding you tight,

It always felt like a desperate fight.

To keep you for myself a little longer.

Feeding my dreams with delusions.

While I was lying in bed,

All alone in my small room.

Waiting for my turn, again.

You went back to somebody else.

I never stood a chance and that's what breaks me.

To have never experienced you completely.

What an unfair melody.

To be used as an escaping remedy.

A collateral damage,

Of something I had nothing to do with, going on the rampage.

Here I am mourning everything that could never exist.

My heart breaking for a story,

Damn I fought so hard for it,

To catch fire while the only wood we had

Was its sweet smell,

Left in my bed.

You know, the hardest part is that secretly,

I still hope, one day, you'll be mine fully.

It is a mistake people would probably tell me.

But I can't care less,

Because all I want,

Is to hear you say "good night sunshine" again and put my head on your chest.