Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The Moment
It's a quarter past ten
and you got to go.
So it's just the usual
Goodbyes and adieus.
Why did you ask 'why?'
when you obviously don't care
By doing all that,
you just make my heart tear.
She asked me for our future,
I said I don't know.
But really I envisioned,
the sadness and the sorrow.
You're holding on to my finger,
holding on to my hand.
But I've already walked off,
I'm sorry it's the end.Labels: leave me out on the moonlit floor
loved on 3:59 PM
