you touched my heart

…and I broke yours.

My heart is dead now

…yet with futile attempts you try to revive it.

All I can do in return is suck the daylight out of yours.

… I know you’d still want me… I know you’d still be there.

The question is

How do you do it?

Love me… whilst knowing… I don’t care?

My eyes are closing now

and I know…

you’re the last face I’ll ever see

but when my eyes are completely closed…

I’ll sneak a look at the face imprinted on my heart…

The face that will set me free.


Happy Birthday insignificant one


~ by Disturbed Stranger on March 24, 2009.

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