time
13 years ago
Time passes ever so slowly.
BUt when you stop paying attention to the hours the minutes the seconds
thats when they pass you.
and i could go days without eating. But im wondering why its my heart on which your feeding.
and it just keeps beating.
just for you. you are one and i am one so together we make two?
look what she has done to you.. i just hope your happy.
because my heart is drained of blood.
and i dont mean to get sappy..
but i utterly adored you.
From the tips of your ears to the curl of your tail.
and love is blind. but i opened my eyes and i yanked off the veil.
thank for ignoring my existance.
because ill be dead soon.
ill be in the ground...with my mother and my bro.
but just to let you know. i loved you so.
So the next minute that passes i hope you can feel me.
right behind you. where you left me.
but when you turn around.
i wont be there.
because that minute is gone. and another one passes.
Time hurts more than life sometimes.
because the past is like a dream you cant wake from.
you always remember those little things in your past. you carry them around in the back of your skull.
but thats how it is.
and always will be.
i think ihave to stop writing before another second passes me.
BUt when you stop paying attention to the hours the minutes the seconds
thats when they pass you.
and i could go days without eating. But im wondering why its my heart on which your feeding.
and it just keeps beating.
just for you. you are one and i am one so together we make two?
look what she has done to you.. i just hope your happy.
because my heart is drained of blood.
and i dont mean to get sappy..
but i utterly adored you.
From the tips of your ears to the curl of your tail.
and love is blind. but i opened my eyes and i yanked off the veil.
thank for ignoring my existance.
because ill be dead soon.
ill be in the ground...with my mother and my bro.
but just to let you know. i loved you so.
So the next minute that passes i hope you can feel me.
right behind you. where you left me.
but when you turn around.
i wont be there.
because that minute is gone. and another one passes.
Time hurts more than life sometimes.
because the past is like a dream you cant wake from.
you always remember those little things in your past. you carry them around in the back of your skull.
but thats how it is.
and always will be.
i think ihave to stop writing before another second passes me.