I spend my days waiting on my front porch,
waiting for that moment of freedom that I've anticipated for years.
Of course, you would know. You left me standing in the rain,
my eyeshadow smearing, not only from the rain, but the tears,
the tears that flooded my face as you looked at me one more time,
and turned away, heading down the road.
I still think of that day, hoping one day you'll realize what you've done to me.
You only live once -they say- but I feel as though I have died inside
more times than you will ever imagine. A small smile forms on my face,
thinking about the day you will regret this.
My heart is a bleeding rose, the red standing out
from the white chrysanthemums as they blend in with the snow.
The blood stains my lips, and I'll pass it on to you...
 Stalkur · Sat Feb 24, 2007 @ 05:26am · 1 Comments |
