The INGs

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you're so distant now.
the changes is so insignificant that i dint realise.
by the time i do so.
it's too late.
everything is too late now.
for us to turn back.
what's gone cant be revive.
am i right.
no matter what i do.
you're long gone.
out of my grips.
out of my glimpse.
why did the realisation come so late.
maybe.
if only.
perhaps.
i dint lose you at all.
cause i dont even have you in the first place?

forbidden.

ling.

1:04 AM