brokenangel

after a day of laughter, a sudden rush of sadness fills this weary heart of an angel who's alone and longs for happiness and contentment...:(

lundi, mars 21, 2005

not a single regret

I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by one
one minute I want to banish you the next I want to be on a desserted
island with you along with my three favorite cd's ambivalent yet
in your bed we've yet to acknowledge what really happened

and I laughed until my lungs hurt I love how you bust my chops
you don't always feel seen sometimes you feel erasable
unfortunately I cannot reciprocate in my current state I think
we should be careful of how much time we spend together

you never meant to be ungrateful nor held up to be wipped or wept
for certainly not analysed prodded at more ways than one
apparently you've been misrepresented dealing with the concept
of arrows being slung towards your outrageous fortune

oh the things I've done for you many a
sitch a friend a man's been left for you oh the books I've read
for you the tongues I've bitten for you many a new city for you
many a risk taken for you (not a single regret)