quarta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2014

Mad, but done.

In my selfish way to love you, I did it. Did it because no one did for me. Did because I wished for too long. Did it with love. For love. Did for me, and not for you, I know. Still worried, still mad. But done. Finished. And now we have some time to stay apart. I'm okay now. I just have to keep playing I'm your wife the way you promissed me. Just a big show, a big joke to make me happy. And I can rest in peace at my new grave. One less thing on the list. I realy, truly, completely loved you. And still, I do.
08/01/2014

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