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.
and 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
and see these tears leaking down my cheek

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

okay.

04/06/2004

Author's Note: i don't know... i think this has a lot more personal meaning than it has actual quality as a poem.

Posted on 04/06/2004
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