Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Wanting you to be wanting me.
No that ain't no way to be
How I feel, read my lips
Because I'm so over

Moving on, its my time
You never were a friend of mine
Hurt at first, a little bit
But now I'm so over
I'm so over it
//

and so i was
sitting in the train

sitting and looking
sitting and observing
sitting and absorbing

empty platform
empty seat
empty train
empty heart

She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego
//

i'm tired, i'm really very tired. it would help a lot if the lethargy is only physical.

i still want, only ever want, to sit on the swings all day.

❤ enhui, 11:43 PM

... a wild flower dies
where it blooms

so let me be
a wild flower

its death shall be
the fading of beauty

-suchoon mo

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