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By shameless Date: 2001 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.01.12.30.25841]] |
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"Shall I compare thee to a summers' day?" What are these words to you, are they empty because you've never felt this way? Never known, never felt, never cared so deeply that you lost yourself, well now I know you're wrong. The times you shared with me were not always sweet, but they were rapturous if not true and strong. I cannot define the sense of emotions that robs me blind when spoken to with whispers and sighs. Romantic may be just another word that doesn't fit the mold, but how do you describe the way a soul can cry? Too little too late, but that's not right, too much too late seems to say it all. I still love you, but I dont want you. I can't stand to think of being at your beck and call. I'm over you, but I still think of you day to day, crying and wanting you and missing you, but not caring enough to sacrifice myself again, because I can't make you want me like before. You've left me, but you won't leave me alone. Isn't that romantic? |