• small, but weary.
    i was left without goodbye
    smiling,
    oh so weak..
    you dropped me,
    a fragile doll surpassing on the endless sunset,
    that we called love,
    but i see through your eyes,
    its no suprise, that you, of all
    could leave some doll, so fragile,
    on the floor of your own misery.
    i was there to comfort.
    but all you could do was shove..
    i stuck it through,
    my thread fell away, you let go..
    the depth of my heart lied within,
    but the thread..
    fell..
    we..
    could not be met.