How could this happen? How could this slip through my fingers? I feel like a moth that can too close to the flame Everything has changed Since you left and came back.
Everything I loved about you has changed it's like loving that world. It always changes, every minute of every damn day Why can't you be like me? Stay the same, and when all else fails still be there.
Today My wedding day is supposed to be happy. Everything is white and pure. I feel like in this place around all these people being with you forever is like receiving black roses on Vaentines Day.
A promise of a life without love.
A promise of a life without the real you
Scilenced by a Death · Tue Jan 29, 2008 @ 04:10am · 0 Comments |