For we were both so different,
but nothing is more cliche
than the feeling when we're apart.
The forest of your soul,
following a path,
where the leaves along the road,
cover up the lies you never told,
where my footprints tread,
I've imagined in my head.
I made you smile so many times
though all I did was cry.
and the puddles in which
I splashed are the tears you never dried.
the feelings i had where gone,
yet again you only where good in my imagination,
