Here they come again. Those haunting lingering butterflies, just like old friends. I'm throwing up nonsense in an attempt to make you see me. To make you love me. But I know it won't work it never does. Rays of hope slip into my heart but reality crashes them and drownes them like a wave. I wish I could say this time youll stay but I know the truth is hidden in that shelfish lie. I'll scare you away like always. So maybe it's better to leave before I get hurt
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