You walk around with someone you truly love.
I ride by and sit with some friends.
You pass me by like I'm some stranger you've never seen.
All I've ever heard from you are lies.
I see it in your eyes.
They are two pits of dark and deep secrets.
Some waiting to be told, and some never to be.
You always say "I love you."
Those three words, are a dagger that pierces my heart.
Shattering it.
You just let the pieces fall to the ground, not caring if I'm broken.
But the thing I hate the most.
Is that you think I don't know about this joke.
But I do, and everytime I see you and her it hurts me so.
My heart is fragile but you don't care.
I only wished for this to work, but it didn't, nothing ever will.
Maybe my death will come soon but not because of me, but because of you.
 mthica · Wed Jun 15, 2005 @ 06:36pm · 1 Comments |
