Jul 30, 2004 14:34
...and when you left,
my eyes had spoken.
Tears were rivers
and words I could not have
possibly said to you....
And the morning after,
you were nothing.
Just a memory
I have yet to erase.
For days now,
I have traced your picture
with my fingertips
and mourned over
fairytales
and dreams that never came true.
For nights now,
I have dreamt of you
and all the ways I never had you..
do not have you..
will never..
ever..
have you.
The stars shone bright
in that big, dark, blue night sky
and I still have yet to wish upon
a shooting star.
After all,
you were my shooting star...
you have faded into oblivion.