To My Best Friend,
I know I have never told you...
Imagine,
The war...
I simply sit and gaze,
At the parchment in front of me...
Its been a long night,
Without you by my side...
I know I must not say this every day,
But I love you in every possible way...
It burns me each day,
When you refuse me in every way...
I sit in charity dirt, my eyes casted away,
I weep in my own sorrows faultless display...
Write me your music,
whipped with dull cords...
She sits, knife in hand,
her skin is pale, dry like sand...
I know I must not say this every day,
But I love you in every possible way...
I have found that special someone... they just haven't found me... |
Why must you think of her? |