I was never in love with you....
I was in love with the picture
We painted with our imaginations
You were just the embodiment of the dream
THE dream.
The promise, always too good to be true
I hold you, it, us still
In my heart
With nothing now but
Contempt
You were much better in my head
Than in my heart.
Friday, 12 December 2008
Monday, 8 December 2008
Greek women are strange....

Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)