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by Cheyenne Aug 13, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Typing a lazy reply Sipping on coffee while waiting for goodbye Faking a smile and holding on Our friendship's almost gone It's six thirty-eight Wondering how you're awake so late You're setting up for heartbreak I never wanted a friend that was fake The thing I prayed not to hear Your hopes and your one fear What about me and my persevere? I don't want us to veer You want more as I want less There's that question but I didn't want to say yes You win just like usually You don't care, truthfully You and I becoming us feels wrong Yet I can faintly hear a wedding song