When your not here it hurts like a pain that wont stop it drains my life source away leaving my dead and dry on the inside you step off the plpane into my arms i am alive again you say your almost done doing what must be done but it doesnt matter to me i will dry up and die waiting for you even when your done you wont come here you'll be there doing something else that must be done and i will wither and die while you dont even cry..
--an orginal by me
Chains_Of_Mind · Sat Jul 12, 2008 @ 05:38am · 2 Comments |