wilted flower; unfinished.
04/06/2004 04:41 a.m.
you never did a thing for me, girl.
looking back, i wish i hadn't wasted my time.

i swear if i had the chance to undo you
from that wasteland
i would, darling
but i'm one wilted flower in a fresh bouquet
and i believe that i can still bloom
for you

i don't trust you and i don't see why i should.

i'm such a mess underneath my polished outside
i wish i could take back all that i've done to you
and to us
but i'm the sunset shadow at your feet
and i will not dissapear until midday

i've really got nothing to say to you anymore.

and why should you?
i'm just a girl who had vowed to strength and dignity
and who is selling it all away to a single boy
who had showed her what love can be;
maybe i could just enslave you
maybe i won't give you a choice

i don't want to go back to that.
the good times, the bad times... they're all the same.
i don't need them.

your voice through the telephone line
is distorted like a story without an ending
like a case without evidence
and i'm exhaling into the mouthpiece wishing you
could hear my heartbeat

i'm just happy.
i'm just happy without you.
okay?

okay.
I am currently Reflective
I am listening to silence