In the loneliest hour my thoughts seem to always go back to you. Why is that?
When I know that nothing will come from what we will never be...but somehow I still come back to you.
Is it the fact that I can't have you? Or is it the fact that time distance and gravity just pulls me back to you?
Fuck I shouldn't even be contacting you.
But after a long night of Hennessy and remnants of hookah my yearnings are drawn back to you.
I write in the loneliest hour because at one point I used to talk with you.
Dynamics change and I'm supposed to just forget you...see I only write in the loneliest hour because my heart still belongs to you.
Will I send it...will you read it...will you just try your best to block me away from you?
I'm still mentally consumed with you...
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
Heard your song "that's what I like" and immediately I was sick, I was frustrated...because I knew you would be singing it with a big smile and I would not be there to laugh and smile back at you.
I write in the loneliest hour, because that's when my soul decides to speak...
I write in the loneliest hour because that's when an artist reaches its fullest peak.
I write in the loneliest hour because my soul cries... I write in the loneliest hour because I still have emotional ties ..... to you.
- Writing while drunk...The Artystictype
Torishalea is a mother-preneur and fashion/lifestyle blogger just writing her heart out in the latest hour. Visit her blog at https://www.theartystictype.com.
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