Dandylion
01-07-2004, 12:39 PM
I go back,
time, I would imagine,
can stand still
in my mind.
It is not a pleasure
to be back here,
under the coldness
that makes me ill.
I still hate you.
Does that suprise you?
It shouldnt.
You ate my soul
with both fists.
Shells on beaches
are collectable
but dead.
time, I would imagine,
can stand still
in my mind.
It is not a pleasure
to be back here,
under the coldness
that makes me ill.
I still hate you.
Does that suprise you?
It shouldnt.
You ate my soul
with both fists.
Shells on beaches
are collectable
but dead.