| | on your list, i'm just a number. i passed through your life like a breeze across a half-empty page in your diary. tell me, darling, if you ever think of me - if somewhere in your heart is a treasure chest full of our abandoned memories.
photos of you, resting on my dusty shelf like snow-covered leaves, remind me of the winter when we met, winter when we kissed, winter when we parted.. sometimes your eyes would leak sadness like beautiful flowers that wither before dawn. maybe you somehow knew that, like everything else, we'd fade away in time.. but your glance still touches me as if it's the first one.
i'm but a doll that can't feel pain, hopelessly derailed by following your footsteps silently. i wait for you to pick me up and unravel me. but changing tides obscure our paths, taking with them my heaviest of tears. it now rests with the delegates of fate to decide if we'll still be companions in the coming years. after tonight, this night of no sleep,
do you ever think that it's too late for dreams?
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| | Posted 8/31/2009 6:32 AM - 21 Views - 6 eProps - 2 comments
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