Counting the chips in my nail polish
Scuffing my sandals against the pavement
Watching the hem of my dress blow in the night breeze
******* in breath for courage
Praying my words come out right
Hearing that final sentence thicken the air
I think this is goodbye.
Waiting for the world to stop its orbit
Marking the seconds of silence
Avoiding your empty eyes
Hugging the warmth of your skin
Wishing we could have belonged
Mourning the smallness of our love
I think I am alone.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC
Counting the chips in my nail polish
Scuffing my sandals against the pavement
Watching the hem of my dress blow in the night breeze
******* in breath for courage
Praying my words come out right
Hearing that final sentence thicken the air
I think this is goodbye.
Waiting for the world to stop its orbit
Marking the seconds of silence
Avoiding your empty eyes
Hugging the warmth of your skin
Wishing we could have belonged
Mourning the smallness of our love
I think I am alone.
