Jan 13, 2009 12:53
Drifting by on sweet white snowflakes,
all the memories we've shared.
Only to end up shitting,
writhing for life
in the middle of the muddy street.
But who can't appreciate
the purity of white snow
falling, and who remembers
the sludge it becomes?
I would have been content
to let our friendship fade.
To reflect kindly on it
and remember you
with my whole heart.
But life is always changing
and love is always fleeting
and you threw things away
so they would burn and shrivel up.
I got caught in the line of fire,
and sludge we became.