The day is a
rope which pull the...
If i call would you talk to me? if i were cold...
Him: We should talk..
Me: Talk about what? About all the lies or how you...
She wandered throughout the empty house,
Her fingers readjusting perfectly placed vases...
I lie in bed at night and wonder where you are...
Like a lonely wlof in the night
you cry for the sake of others...
I loved you even though you hit me whenever you...
Yet the only reason I dealt with it is because you...
She stared at her ceiling
Wondering waiting...
I am barely awake and it's dark outside
I feel the warmth of you by my side...
Beneath the tree which still stands
Our initials once etched in the bark...
Her strange destitute chokes her slowly
Rapping her in sheets of regret and anger...
What have I done,
I lied to you...