Feb 11, 2006 01:45
I think it hurts me the most when I stare into her eyes and she glances away because she doesn't feel the same way.
Her love is a tiresome creek that stopped flowing
Her flawless face christens my dreams nightly with her chestnut flavored hair drifting in the wind
That one kiss was all I needed
Running for ever from the regret in her lips
I fall to a knee standpoint and water the dead dandelions with my sorrow
For thy interal have stopped living