Maybe he was right- loneliness cannot be divided in two. And what was she to do, she who had spent half her youth chasing illusions? The dream is sinking. Stay afloat. Stay afloat.
Poison. Runs slowly through our veins instead of blood. It's freezing cold in here, even when the sun shines. I'd ask you to lie next to me, if only you hadn't fled ages ago, leaving me with nothing but a broken shell and a sack full of memories.
When our roads have parted, I shall weep for the broken promises, I shall miss all the small and bigger things we used to share, but not the entity you call yourself - for how can anyone ever miss an absence?
Poison. Runs slowly through our veins instead of blood. It's freezing cold in here, even when the sun shines. I'd ask you to lie next to me, if only you hadn't fled ages ago, leaving me with nothing but a broken shell and a sack full of memories.
When our roads have parted, I shall weep for the broken promises, I shall miss all the small and bigger things we used to share, but not the entity you call yourself - for how can anyone ever miss an absence?
