How much I want it to be like it was. No one ever turned around and said that it was false pretense.
It's something that I can't get past. Something that haunts me, keep me awake at night, steals my tears.
Wishful thinking cannot undo the damage. But there must be a way to go on, a way to forget. I'm still looking.
Posted by exxenta on 2008-04-27 00:10:01 | Rating: | Views: 26