Poetry is my escape from reality... it's my way out when things get too much. |
Sorry means nothing
If I ever meant anything to you you would try...
The glittering beauty of the heavens
Scattered across the onyx night skies...
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
The ironic cliche rings through my weary head...
I feel the distance between us grow
Even though we promised to be friends...
When I was a child at play,
Filled with a vision of who I was to be...
When I was a child at play,
Filled with a vision of who I was to be...
I feel the distance between us grow
Even though we promised to be friends...
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
The ironic cliche rings through my weary head...
The glittering beauty of the heavens
Scattered across the onyx night skies...
Sorry means nothing
If I ever meant anything to you you would try...