Is it just me?
Or is this month growing colder...

"I don't want to get serious...."
Is that the answer I get...

I wish I never knew you,
I never heard you laugh...

"And I could tell you,
His favorite colors green...

Eight-o-clock laughs drift past our lips,
Gossip sessions turn into hysterical outbursts...

Pain spilled out, near picturesque,
A masquerade under neat disguise...

Rejection, failure, sympathy,
The cycle continues...

My blue heaven,
Lost in your eyes...

I sit in this world of hollow dark,
Searching for something more than this...

I know you're never coming back,
But I need a piece of hope...

I see you've left, and gone away.
When again shall I see you...

Don't worry about me,
It's all for your sake...