Monday, August 6, 2012

whatever this is

whatever i think this is

whatever we thought this was
hasn't turned out,
pieces by pieces
we're falling
d o w n

i think i found something,
i have nothing left
i loved you the most
you (most)

in the clouds i'm high up, with myself
you cant touch me
dont touch me
piece by piece
the ripple when the pebble hits the water, the white tips
seducing my feet
i can hear it
you said you never loved me
& i know i never will

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