Friday, March 11, 2011

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Within every last breath of I love you was all a lie,

as simple as it was to be honest you’d pretend I’m crazy and blame me

as if I already didn’t know it wasn’t always me.

If anything or anyone else around couldn’t see

what makes you think I’m so easy to fool.

Sacrificing my feelings more then once is to good to be true.

Going on like nothing happen or anything ever existed.

I live in the regrets and the what if’s

the possibility that if someone would of replaced you,

maybe i would of had my fairy tale ending.

I can’t say I didn’t see it coming, but in the same instance

i didn't wanna believe it.


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