Watching the leaves cascade accross the pond,
All the while remembering the wrong we've done.
The only irony in our agony being that of your lies of love.
This door of opportunity abruptly slammed in my face.
Now to just wait for another to open in its place.
I feel the sympathy of your cold razor's edge.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
Watching the leaves cascade accross the pond,
All the while remembering the wrong we've done.
The only irony in our agony being that of your lies of love.
This door of opportunity abruptly slammed in my face.
Now to just wait for another to open in its place.
I feel the sympathy of your cold razor's edge.
A little stab at her favorite band.
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