Saturday, April 25, 2009


You left me here, to waste and dry.
To crinkle and brake, wrinkle and die.

I live to this moment, waiting for you.
Come save me, love. Like i dreamt you'd do.

You whispered the words, they were scared to say.
You said them to me, and i said i'd stay.

I'm here waiting and listening,
For your voice to come.

And when it does, we will be gone.

No comments:

Post a Comment