I rip my own heart out once agian
As loving you is like slowing a revolving door
Only to turn around and slap me in my face once agian.
And these misunderstandings eat away at all I am
Was I stupid to hang on to brittle hopes?
Is it possible that the begginings of love arose in my eyes as they fixed upon you?
Surley not, for I know nothing of you
Yet, this emptiness consumes my existence
So once again I am confused more than the lashes of my eyes take pretty
pictures of an ugly world.
They say move on or be miserable but
Its miserable to move on...
Knowing that you have no idea why you make the decisions you do
Falling, face first into...nothing
Realizing that a candle in the rain is brighter than my spirts today.
I glance at my watch at two past nine and understand that there is no
going bak for redo's re-try's, do-over's...
Only in time will the revolving door gradually slow down
and eventually.....
stop.