our stories
we write them ourselves
who cares anymore
about anyone
other
than as a one
to fulfill
our need
our greed
the story book fantancy
of love gone by?
we write the final page long before
its true time
we know the grief to come
we betray our lives
out of what?
boredom?
who knows?
our stories
we write them ourselves
in lines
and lies
well
the lovers are still here!
waiting!
as
songs of betrayal
fill the airways
of hearts and minds
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
our stories
we write them ourselves
who cares anymore
about anyone
other
than as a one
to fulfill
our need
our greed
the story book fantancy
of love gone by?
we write the final page long before
its true time
we know the grief to come
we betray our lives
out of what?
boredom?
who knows?
our stories
we write them ourselves
in lines
and lies
well
the lovers are still here!
waiting!
as
songs of betrayal
fill the airways
of hearts and minds