after it all past...
i sit thinking here...
what it didn't last....
and for everything that i keep...
leaves me crying like an orphan...
with that i walk have to walk on...
laughing at the sun...
even after it over i still think back...
that all the waste that was given in those days...
has lost its bite...
after the world has seen another day...
i am the one with a tainted life...
from not giving what i could have...
but in the end it doesn't matter at all...
it all has to make me laugh...
love was like a religion...
and it was all of my life....
mornings afterwards always seem stale...
tieing together the loose pieces...
the pieces that i left in broken glasses...
i remember after i lost the frank talks...
i threw them all then to the glass
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