Friday, April 07, 2006
no matter how desperately i try to cover it up with a facade of relief at the freedom gained, whenever the bitter night falls, once so soothing and welcoming, it is now bleak and dark.
packed schedules. multitude of friends and possible flings.
numerous commentary that it is better this way; that you were nothing near good enough.
i still miss you, love you and want you by my side.
so tell me, how could an angel break my heart?
[ back home ]
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