Either I'll love you forever, or one day I won't and I'm not sure which option, scares me the most. Forever feeling, the pain of losing you, or that one day, your Ade, might just be a ghost.
Long ago the story began One ***** in a vein spun out rhymes Of the insane
A sweet girl gone She will not go far The tip of a needle Will curse who you are
His hands choked her blue Voices drove him mad The addiction won He lost all he had
Behind bars he waits for letters His poems got a few So many unsent Now no place to go Letters lacking a recipent
She wanted it to pass by quick The time without him The last letter she stamped and addressed She wonders if he got it Or did her words shatter his reason to live Is it why his neck was slit
She wants to know if he opened it before committing to suicide
Two blue roses on his grave Nothing went right No happily ever after To end the night
Now which way to go? I sit and ponder It no longer matters After all, I'm destined to forever wonder.
The needle left its curse, on and on she goes, reaching no farther than her toes.