between the grey and dull days,
they were silver.
sparkling like all the things i said i'd get you.
but refunded.
always refunded.
the stores and i had a misunderstanding...
"but she CHEATED ON ME!"
"i'm sorry, sir. no refund."
and so i got protective of my expenditures,
material or not.
but i spent more time, emotion and trust in you...
but it was all for naught.
no matter what i bought.
it wouldn't bring you to visit me now.
you're done.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
between the grey and dull days,
they were silver.
sparkling like all the things i said i'd get you.
but refunded.
always refunded.
the stores and i had a misunderstanding...
"but she CHEATED ON ME!"
"i'm sorry, sir. no refund."
and so i got protective of my expenditures,
material or not.
but i spent more time, emotion and trust in you...
but it was all for naught.
no matter what i bought.
it wouldn't bring you to visit me now.
you're done.
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