and Flowers really? Really? Why do people think flowers are beautiful? they're boring, delicate, yet somehow intricate. how can someone enjoy getting flowers. flowers that are dead. do you get joy out of receiving dead gifts? that's no more appealing than my dog killing a sparrow and laying it outside my door for me to step on. personally, i'd rather you grow me a garden than kill me one. i don't want your charity. I don't want anything from you.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Let's do something about it. we both know it's not working. we both know we want it how it used to be. but how can you progress when there's so many things stopping you. those words bombed the pathways to our safehaven. those actions made us so weak. we're stronger now. it's been weeks.. it's been hours of crying, praying, wanting, wishing... and it's finally come to a hault. i feel as if my life is crashing down before me and i'm just standing here... letting everything crash... letting those words settle around me, build walls around me. your smile, your laughter, everything is just killing me, tearing me apart. it's true that actions speak louder than words, but words build bridges... words let you find your path. i'm locked here in this cage. i'm trapped in a world of misunderstandings and apathy. i can't escape no matter what i try. so i'll let go. sometimes you just have to work with what you have... even if you have nothing.
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