chrissy
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 19, 2003
- Messages
- 971
~To Past Loves~
as per usual, armed with shields of self-experience and worldly appreciation, i venture out into this lonesome world, alone, searching. always searching for something.... or other, whichever comes first.
Oh and how you have changed.
Oh and how i have remained.
Oh and how we're so different.
....in all aspects. given years of experimentation and isolation away from you, i see nothing there. pure angst fills my weary heart, and i find myself covered in tiredness of feeling and falling into the same hurtful routine. endings are almost always pre-determined. to second-guess them would be an insult. so for now, i'll stick to those tears, that hurt, that longing. always longing for something... or other, whichever comes first.
Oh and how things change.
Oh and how i remain the same.
Oh and how everything's so different.
we took those photos, we lived those times, we let ourselves get exposed to memories... and what's worse, to each other's memory.
Oh and how i want to forget you.
Oh and how i wont.
Oh and how silly of me.
im going; already gone. missed you by an inch. so close and yet so far. and as you passed me as a mere stranger on a moon-lit street, i whispered to you one simple word, which holds not simple meaning. the wind changed and it flew back to me, from you...
....Goodbye....
Oh and how silly of me.....
as per usual, armed with shields of self-experience and worldly appreciation, i venture out into this lonesome world, alone, searching. always searching for something.... or other, whichever comes first.
Oh and how you have changed.
Oh and how i have remained.
Oh and how we're so different.
....in all aspects. given years of experimentation and isolation away from you, i see nothing there. pure angst fills my weary heart, and i find myself covered in tiredness of feeling and falling into the same hurtful routine. endings are almost always pre-determined. to second-guess them would be an insult. so for now, i'll stick to those tears, that hurt, that longing. always longing for something... or other, whichever comes first.
Oh and how things change.
Oh and how i remain the same.
Oh and how everything's so different.
we took those photos, we lived those times, we let ourselves get exposed to memories... and what's worse, to each other's memory.
Oh and how i want to forget you.
Oh and how i wont.
Oh and how silly of me.
im going; already gone. missed you by an inch. so close and yet so far. and as you passed me as a mere stranger on a moon-lit street, i whispered to you one simple word, which holds not simple meaning. the wind changed and it flew back to me, from you...
....Goodbye....
Oh and how silly of me.....
glad there are more ppl like me... although that cannot necessarily be a good thing... =s
