Tuesday, 08 December 2009

• Tell me this is our last dance. Tell me the games we play are nothing more than ways to fill youth's empty spaces. I can't explain why i can't get over it, I can only get through it & I know you won't admit this but I am [ just a silhouette to you ]. You found comfort with my distance but you never let me stray from view, but then again ..who really needs the past with the allure of something new? So we just fade away, and I pretend I'm okay because I never really loved you. So why do I miss what I can't forget? How do we know we'll never fly again? The truth? Inside, I find traces of you in the empty spaces in places I cannot remember. And I don't know what time it is, or whose the one to blame for this.. & baby, how do we know which way the wind blows? So you tie me up with ink and press me on paper. Force me to believe that me and you could ever be. Push me up against the wall, your eyes undress the lies I've kept so dear all along. Bittersweet love of mine, don't you know I stay away to hear your song?

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