Pain.
You rule my world, my nights, my dreams.
What I wouldn’t give to be without you for a moment;
To be free of your hot grasp for fleeting seconds.
I would sell my soul to be free of you, almost.
It has not come to that point yet, but still….
You have ruined the person I once was,
And stolen the romance away from my life.
The dreams I had for my golden years have been erased.
There will be no second chances now.
Ahead, for me, is only agony.
Which will end when I do.
The question is…when will I fold and make it quicker?
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 1:08 PM UTC
Pain.
You rule my world, my nights, my dreams.
What I wouldn’t give to be without you for a moment;
To be free of your hot grasp for fleeting seconds.
I would sell my soul to be free of you, almost.
It has not come to that point yet, but still….
You have ruined the person I once was,
And stolen the romance away from my life.
The dreams I had for my golden years have been erased.
There will be no second chances now.
Ahead, for me, is only agony.
Which will end when I do.
The question is…when will I fold and make it quicker?
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