четвъртък, 1 март 2012 г.

Love grows,

I thought it would eventually go away.
Vanish forever and nothing would be here to remind me of my brutal disappointment.

But this bitter taste I get every time I try to smile at you or for you, this feeling that I'm barefoot in the snow and this cold wind that passes right through that hole of missing flesh in my heart...
This is all here. How long would it haunt me?

Deception comes in the 1st place. It's funny how you were the very first person to say it.

In a strange, ironic, wickedly twisted way, funny indeed.