Oct 09, 2004 20:53
the rain starts to fall
Like all these scattered bullet holes
on the walls of this abandoned house
the wind whistles through the trees
and the windows that were already cracked
shatter and fall to the floor
We wanted nothing more
Then Love and honesty
But we received
just one last glimpse
Of all these plans, washing away
the silence of this lonenly night
is overwhelming by itself
and im talking to myself this time
and the rain starts to pour again
Another empty box of tissues
Follows the trail left behind of a razor blade
crumbled notes of apoligies Im writing you
clutter and meet the ground
We wanted nothing more
Then Love and honesty
But we received
just one last glimpse
Of all these plans, washing away
With all of this being said
they say its easier to love and loose
then never love at all
but the only thing i learned
from this gut wrenching thrill ride
is that if its too good to be true
then it most likely is
----
ofcourse its a rough draft
love,
rj