Love? I have none,
I am pretty sure after this i will be done.
No more blindly stumbling in the dark.
Looking for a bed that isn't empty.
Things go so simply,
lacking that little spark.
No moon shines bright in winter,
Summer comes, all is gone.
I want the ocean,
Paper filled bin,
Discarded notes,
Nothing floats,
no hope, just rope.
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
Love? I have none,
I am pretty sure after this i will be done.
No more blindly stumbling in the dark.
Looking for a bed that isn't empty.
Things go so simply,
lacking that little spark.
No moon shines bright in winter,
Summer comes, all is gone.
I want the ocean,
Paper filled bin,
Discarded notes,
Nothing floats,
no hope, just rope.