Posted November 21, 2006
Lost
Stalking
Written upon his unfaithful eyes
Lust
Love unbecoming to the essence of time
Alone
Undulant winds of lost souls
Sold
An unimportant heart.
Him
Hes smiling.
Like we never happened.
Hes laughing.
Like we never laughed before.
Hes dreaming.
Of her. Like we never fell in love.
(Hes smiling).
It hurts so terribly now.
(Hes laughing).
He doesnt know this feeling.
(Hes dreaming).
And I cant stop thinking.
Its over.
Its really, really over.
And hes glad.
♥