Thursday, May 3, 2007

we want the airwaves back

the clock reminds me of summer <3
how i long for the
sweet ocean breeze to rush past me.
i mark the day but
then forget it, but it's still your day.
the one i love.
that you'll never know.
the sweet sight of the ocean crashing into the shores.
i dream of the next time i'll see you.
if he'll give me a chance,
i'll be his friend in hell until then i don't
want anything to do with him.
the summer winds remind me of fall but i love the sound of winter.
crying over him is a waste of tears
i could spend on something more light, more
loving, caring, and understanding.
but pain is all they've ever known.
this is my goodbye to him. something less sweet but more like revenge and disgust.
but you're better than him, arent you?
you always were and you always will be.