Tuesday, February 16, 2010

1.. 2.. 3?

aftr bein awake 4 more than 24hrs ovr d weekends n constant pndrg.. tis is wat i came up wif

wat if i say

for each second ur on my mind

it hurts every bit of my soul

for each moment you turned away

it breaks me to pieces

tryin to stop thinkin

bt never able too

a wound; deep and unhealed...

d unspoken pain

and my soul withers

memories of u, walkin away... again, repeatedly

hurting and hoping

a silent prayer: you, plz.. stop. turn and look at me.