Last night was half moon. I could have half-cursed you.
Remember the time I told you the story about how I fell in-love?
When the days were brighter and everything was colorful?
Remember I also told you how that was taken away? I never
thought that could happen again, until today.
It's been only a few days and I'm going through indigestive
phases. I'm mostly in denial, often struggling out of dismal.
I just wish you didn't ask for too many promises. Because
breaking them everyday pains me. How do I move on when I get
these lapses? How do you do that? How do I set you free?
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