August 2010
“don’t hand me it, i won’t want it.. but if you throw it into the...”
– me
“D: I want to live it up just because.
C: we’re young and pretty. we...”
brok/en
the last time i saw your face
you smiled sweet lies at me
i try to recall such grace
can something so perfect truely be?
it doesn’t matter anymore
you’ve closed the blinds
and locked the door
how can this come from a face so kind
..
the heartbreak bestows me now
passes over me like a tidal wave
i just can’t fathom how
you can stand your ground so brave
i reminisce on...
