| Freshman Year |
|---|
|
He fails to respond to my undying plea Says things to her he’ll never say to me I cannot blame him for what has been done My feelings just came too soon. Rushed like a wave over my winding head Filled in the gaps and made me feel beautiful But it all came too soon. Peacefully contemplating what to say next The next way I’ll walk, the next things I’ll do The next way I’ll find to attain you. It’s only been a few times And I still see you standing there I guess you never moved, And that it was I that thought you did When the earth drove from under you. An illusion to maintain my level of insanity. Another way to escape my lonely reality.
|