I hate this stuff
I hate the fact I'm alone...

Endless past,
endless tears...

Blonde in your hair and nice tan complexion,
your right on the line of getting to perfection...

Connection at it's greatest, We click like a...
Except we continue to reach permanence like a...

Tears dropping from my face,
Onto the picture of me and you...

You Played Me,
Betrayed Me...

Playing
and betraying me...

She's been through a hard time,
But still speaks her rhyme...

She always cared for me
She made sure I'm alright...

*Drip...Drop* Tears fall down
As i stare in water of my reflection...

Written: July 31st
"Hey! I'm Orlando Bloom...

They say, a man who protects too much is...
they say, a man who appreciates too much is...