Mar 24, 2005 01:56
Write me off with all the subleties that bring me to my knees.
Not even a glance.
I thought I earned more than that.
Whatever actions I made, so deserving of your shutting eyes...
can I take them all back?
I wouldn't have started this game if I had known it was just a waste of time. Let me take back the bright skies I painted you.
All I'm left with is a dark dire mess lacking color and life.
Black nights are my days.
What use is movement lacking motivation?
What use is trying when my attempts are overshadowed by loss?
I can't believe you turned your back.
The stars I've wished on now turn to black.
I'm alone with my words, so broken,
and my heart, missing half of it's original weight.
As I extract the rest I feel renewed.
How confusing life is with emotions.
How clear everything is when you can't love.