just to see you
and may be hold you in my arms.
one last chance to see your face
God I'm never good at this.
You and I can never be
and we both know it
but how can i just throw away
the things we had
wish i could say that what we had
never existed
but i knew it from the very start
i thought somehow it might work out
guess the cycle never really fails
when you fall in love
you end up with a broken heart
one more time
though it cuts so bad inside
one last kiss as if a kiss
could ease the pain
you know i love you for always.
... ... ...
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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