The luteal phase is here:
Emotions are singing in soprano;
Sleep is just dancing to the vibe;
Time and distance never make sense;
It’s only just month after month.
Reasons try to rein the emotions:
To see and talk to the ones I want is impossible!
Yet, "the heart wants what it wants."
If my tears could bring them all back,
Generations of loved ones from centuries ago
Would have come back to life by now;
Yet, they can’t move one living heart to say "Hi."
I must be a faded memory to him…
My reasons and actions to let him go
Don’t have the tiniest effect on my emotions.
I wish my tears could wash away the memories at least;
But they just run uselessly down my cheeks,
Wishing and praying for the shut heart to open.
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