Friday, March 18, 2005

story's just beginning.
everything's already starting to fade.
unspoken words weren't given the chance to speak;
guess it's just too late.

maybe these two were never meant to be,
they just ate the wrong pills that day,
and said stuff they weren't suppose to tell.
or didn't say stuff they were actually suppose to tell.

one told,
did he/she meant what he/she said?
the other zipped,
did he/she actually had smth to say?

no use looking back anyway,
all's gone.
it's just a dream.
is it not?

contradictions. i'm just so fucking fed up. i need an answer, badly.
very badly. sighh.

» 8:28 PM