Post by upperechelon on Oct 28, 2004 11:43:29 GMT -5
It used to be that I would write-
to see my love for you.
Instead it was a window to-
see that it wasn't true.
For years have passed since the darkest days-
And I have nothing left to say-
Forgive me girl
you deserve more-
than to hear-
of my dismay.
'However', you said, 'we can be friends'
'You mean this much to me'
While I laid on the floor
crying desperately.
Since those days of wasted ink
You've moved on without me
Ages come, and then you'll see,
It's your love that I bleed.
to see my love for you.
Instead it was a window to-
see that it wasn't true.
For years have passed since the darkest days-
And I have nothing left to say-
Forgive me girl
you deserve more-
than to hear-
of my dismay.
'However', you said, 'we can be friends'
'You mean this much to me'
While I laid on the floor
crying desperately.
Since those days of wasted ink
You've moved on without me
Ages come, and then you'll see,
It's your love that I bleed.
