The Crescent Moon Sits Above Me Watching, As Your Memory Slips Through My Head, As Effortlessly As A Blood Clot
I Started To Write A Poem Right In These Lines, About Your Neglect To Me, And My Heartbrake, About The Wrong Road Which Didnt Have Signs, How You Stabbed My Heart With A Wooden Stake And I Started To Cry And Then I Smiled And Said, Why Should I Cry Over The Roadkill, Which Lay Untouched And Stiff In My Soul, If They Were Alive I Would Just Sob Harder And Why Should I Waste A Cyber Tree, For This Cyber Paper Because I'm No Longer Sad, You Are Not Worth One Piece Of It, Well I'm Glad To Say... You Hold My Heart No Longer
I Never Knew The Power Of Unwanted Days Of The Year.. 1 Year Since Them And I Am Strong.. I Dont Say This Often But I'm Proud Of Myself