I guess our time has run its course
and I've decided to give it up...
God saw you were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be...
I'm not so sure what we are anymore,
Best friends? Enemies? Lovers gone astray? Someone...
It seems
as though your thoughts of me...
There is a small tin can
diagonally placed from my vision...
It hurts
And it burns...
Time echoes memories of our past,
decaying hope...
"Why didn't you ever tell me? This
could have be prevented..." she thinks...
This emptiness
I have inside...
I dare you to look me in the eye
and tell me that you have again...
You try to tell me
Who to love, How to act...
A river of wonder flood with a cooler,i said to...