Half

I want to divide my heart into two parts One is for loving you One is for hating myself for loving you One is for missing you One is for trying to erase the memories about you Why is love like a paradox? No matter what I do You stay in every piece of my memories The guitar is playing the song of yesterday The song of you You seemed so far Out of the small room we had those days And I am so far from yesterday Is there the rain flowing into the river of memories Washing all the things we had together? You were here, in my heart But it wasn't me in the memory flashed in your eyes!