there is no comfort in your strangeness.
because once upon a time we were anything but strangers.
and now i look at pictures of you from a time you are no longer mine.
now i see you smiling to somebody else on the other side of the camera.
i have been dreaming of you the past few days...i cry in my sleep...and i wake up spent.
work is a drag these days. i despise it more and more. i smoke to ignore my discontent. i long for alcohol to erase the memories.....i yearn for a pill that will make me happy.
when will i remember without pain?
i need a hug.
if only i could talk to you again..
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