The Evolution of I

closed. this is more

{ for awhile anyway }

Am still here.

{ oh my oh why }

not every girl is a dainty miss.

{ i hope that someone gets my }

{ be my saviour, and i'll be your downfall }

{ here i saw, something i couldn't overlook }

{ don't stop me now }

all these words we've exchanged, sweet or cruel or some sick combination of the two, there was never any depth nor meaning. they're not real. i just imagined them to be.

i wonder why we bother to entertain such feelings. could it be that they're what we feel most familiar to, a place not too far away, a time not too long ago, when things felt right somehow?

perhaps i've just never come to accept that they're just that ; feelings that i've manifested in my mind to be all i've wanted them to be.

but now i have.

( a l y a a ) @ Sunday, November 02, 2008 / 7:09 pm /

{ can't sing but i've got soul }

{ sleeping to dream about you }

{ credit }

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the quest for love was all that you and i held dear.