This is no way for the story to end,
you were supposed to complete me,
but there are so many pieces missing, my friend,
I know that is not really your fault,
but where should I begin?
Your stories are so funny,
and you look cute as hell,
but the real inferno is raging on inside you,
and that is a thing that I can never change.
You went silent, you fell apart,
you looked the other away,
now even if I see you,
I wonder if you are there.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
This is no way for the story to end,
you were supposed to complete me,
but there are so many pieces missing, my friend,
I know that is not really your fault,
but where should I begin?
Your stories are so funny,
and you look cute as hell,
but the real inferno is raging on inside you,
and that is a thing that I can never change.
You went silent, you fell apart,
you looked the other away,
now even if I see you,
I wonder if you are there.
