Sunday, July 27, 2008
♥ Balancing On A Fine Thread
& i'm still trying to find a path on love, to follow through.
Enough crap on everything. I tried but was told to shove off in a way i never wanted to be ever told/treated. But, who cares. Claimed to want nothing but friendship and now i get crap. Bloody liar. Yeah, sure, i don't need your trust anyway. You live your life, i'll mess up mine and live it that way. I don't care if he breaks my heart. I don't care what you think. Your words are so contradicting and i don't hate you still. Know why? COS YOU'LL NOT HAVE IT YOUR WAY. HA. Which guy has ever tried hard to get me? None. You can give up now, i don't care. Who i'm with and what i become, shall not affect you. Like as if life is all butterflies and rainbows. UGH.
Droplets of pain shed,
all along knowing what laid ahead.
Last summers' butterflies,
slowly turning into moths of the past.
All that is left,
of what is broken.
No one ever knew,
what this heart took to mend.
Flowers so colourful,
taking the face of first love.
First so beautiful and charming,
then to wither and die.
Your words stale in my heart,
i shouldn't have cared right from the start.
i shall grant your wish,
xoxoxxx.
ciao love.
so after all that's happened,
am i just to forget?
Enough crap on everything. I tried but was told to shove off in a way i never wanted to be ever told/treated. But, who cares. Claimed to want nothing but friendship and now i get crap. Bloody liar. Yeah, sure, i don't need your trust anyway. You live your life, i'll mess up mine and live it that way. I don't care if he breaks my heart. I don't care what you think. Your words are so contradicting and i don't hate you still. Know why? COS YOU'LL NOT HAVE IT YOUR WAY. HA. Which guy has ever tried hard to get me? None. You can give up now, i don't care. Who i'm with and what i become, shall not affect you. Like as if life is all butterflies and rainbows. UGH.
Droplets of pain shed,
all along knowing what laid ahead.
Last summers' butterflies,
slowly turning into moths of the past.
All that is left,
of what is broken.
No one ever knew,
what this heart took to mend.
Flowers so colourful,
taking the face of first love.
First so beautiful and charming,
then to wither and die.
Your words stale in my heart,
i shouldn't have cared right from the start.
i shall grant your wish,
xoxoxxx.
ciao love.
so after all that's happened,
am i just to forget?
♥ And did I tell you that I love you tonight
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