remember the time i sent you the friendster message? well, i do, vividly. i clearly remember the time you tore me apart by turning me down, but what could i do? nothing else but bask in my own melancholy, left with words that only made sense to me, and i hope, to you too. how dare you smile at me? why do you insist in piercing my soul more? why do you smile at me? do you intend to taunt me and show me the heaven i couldn’t acheive? are you my punishment? why so grave. are you my fleeting promise of afterlife? i think not, for you took my life and brought my death a long time ago. what could i do? nothing, but accept the sad truth that i would never, ever have that smile totally to myself. i am left only as an expectator. a child at the window of a store. waiting, wanting, but never gets what he want. fuck, you make me sound so gay.
June 21, 2008
· Filed under love, pumiglas
it all started with drunken laughter;
as we began to drown time;
another committed murder.
you and i hand and hand,
as we sadistically enjoyed the pleasure
of time slipping by dear life,
inch by inch it screamed.
but we heard naught,
for we laughed harder.
we are time’s murderer,
yes i still have her stain in my hands,
do you still have yours?
well i hope it reminds you of me,
and the guilty pleasure we shared
together,
for we are time’s murderer.
