Our love was as cold as December

memories from the past that I don’t want to remember.

I cant seem to move on.

Everytime i think of you,

it's like I’m sinking in quicksand.

The thoughts and feelings of how the times we shared drowns me.

and the tension is tight when youre around,

much like a pulled rubber band.

The way he holds you and talks to you makes me frail up like a dead bouquet,

I’m not ready yet.

I’m not okay.

Deep down in the abyss of my heart,

I still have feelings for you,

It's tearing me apart.

I thought of you as the future bride,

but most of those feelings have died.

All I have left is just me and my pride.