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I heard it once I heard twice and

I probably will hear it again tonight.

I have trapped myself in a tunnel with no light

to see nor air to breath.

Love has done this to me, keeping me forever in obsession

for someone that I can’t speak to or be with.

So it makes me wonder if I will ever reach heaven.



It is true you don’t need the person

you love to enter heaven

but if I shall live my life in depression

facing my misery every time I look at my reflection,

then why should I go to heaven

with pain and sadness I feel

knowing a love that was so pour has been crush

by hurtful regretful thoughts that the person

I love has no feelings for me,

but how do you stay away or love another

when thy love is so pour enough

to make the word pure in the dictionary

have my story of that definition.

“It’s not that serious” I'll heard it once,

I heard it twice, and I probably hear it tonight.

I can’t see anything,

except for the subject my eyes calls beauty,

and that’s the person I love. “It’s not that serious”,

I heard it once I heard twice

and I probably will hear it again tonight.

But guess what? Following my heart instead of my mind

I’m stuck to hear those words every night.

“It’s not that serious”