January 2010
2 posts
lurking
i look at you and see wasted sentiment i think of you and think of why i still think of you i remember you as a misstep an interlude
pond.er.something.
I don’t believe him when he says I miss you And wonder how many others Riding silently Feel exactly as I do I know he’s telling the truth But call him liar So to deny the fact That I feel nothing when he does Imagining his heart turned stone Yet mistaken, for it’s my own