bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Sunday, May 21
the beauty of a rose, is its destiny of death.
for we appreciate the fleeting
take for granted the unchanging
until they change
until they leave
have we forgotten? i cant bear it.
would you call that forgetting? DENY
you threw us into this situation, we're clueless.
we know not, the correct response. the right thought.
the ideal reaction. for that stupid action.
i cant say i miss you.
i cant say i dont.
you made me question my compassion
question my purpose.
i dislike detest hate the answer.
it shouldnt have happened.
i havent lost the need to know why.
maybe someday i'll have all the answers.
i'm not crying. but someone out there is.
you dont hear, do you?
you revealed my selfishness, to heights i'd never thought possible.
you dont know, do you.
where are you
goodbye
1:07 AM