I found you the sun's light in the middle of the night.
I counted to the number after infinity.
I put the prettiest jewel in your crown.
I sweetened to ocean for your thirst.
I saved you part of the moon's light.
And like loser i searched in the bed what love could not resolve.
The pitty that you sometimes look at me with.
It's sad to conclude sufference.
Pathetic, to believe that the lie powers the strings that make me rise in love.
And it hurts, That you're so far away.
Sleeping in the same bed.
It hurts, the distance, even though I hear you breathing.
And it hurts to love you so much.
Pretend that everythings ok, when it hurts.
 p o o k i e e - x · Tue Feb 17, 2009 @ 06:15am · 3 Comments |
