Sunday, March 01, 2009
 | Current mood:  forgotten There isn't too much left to know, another time...it's time to go. The illusion of complexity- it only seemed to make no sense. It was all so out of focus, close your eyes to make it clear. Mistakenly unmistakable, she'll be gone before it all makes sense. Nothing unusual, no snowflakes here... she is as unremarkable as the next. Please don't send me flowers... you just don't understand. I'm just trying to make sense of me, but I don't think I can. I don't need your sympathy- I can do this on my own. But please don't send me flowers, I want to lie here all alone. Another empty glass, reflecting nothing she can't see. She could have been there, she should have felt it. The ever present sound of silence, she whispers out his name. She sleeps next to his memories, but they don't taste the same. She should have written, she could have called- instead she etched it on the wall. Please don't send me flowers... you just don't understand. I'm just trying to make sense of me, but I don't think I can. I don't need your sympathy- I can do this on my own. But please don't send me flowers, I want to lie here all alone. She picks up the phone, but the numbers are gone- The is no one left to call. Staring at an empty vase, tears streaming down her face- watching the last petal fall. |
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