Monday, June 7, 2010

Forgotten Things

The sun is coming
My lungs are filling
Finally I'm over you

The silence is breaking
My fears are aching;
They know they are no longer true

And it's funny to see
The boy I loved
With such a perilous force

Cower into
My mind's back corner
Where Time stampede's its' horse

He'll never, ever, ever know
How I struggled for him
But it doesn't matter
How much sadder
I was, or how I adored him

Cause he wouldn't listen
Or take my opinion
And give it a set of wings

He was too busy
With talking about him
And other now-forgotten things.

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