music_is_love (devon_ordo) wrote,

  • Mood:
  • Music:
I took you for granted
I became so used to you being near
Laughing, smiling.
I'm praying to anybody who'll listen, now.
That those forty five minutes will be enough.
A year. An eternity.
Tears fuel my anger and despairing sorrow.
I'll be surviving for that slot of time.
My oasis. In hell.
All that I know, is that when I'm with you,
It's a sin because I've taken you from heaven.
Waiting, regretting.
A missed kiss, unsure of what to say.
Ackwardness is our movements, afraid.
No breathing. No pulse.
Home is a feeling I placed in you.
Not leaving.
  • Post a new comment


    default userpic
    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.