" two weeks can go so LONG (will you MISS me?) "
two weeks can go so long.
2 days left to take a chance.
you have no idea how much im going to miss your touch.
i wish you could take my hand in yours forever.
for two weeks i will be abandoned, discarded, not thought about.
i will be the avoided one, the one left out.
will i pass your thoughts in the two weeks we are seperate?
will you forget that i need help to make it throught the holidays unharmed? (too late for unscarred.)
will i fall short of the list of rememberance?
will this be the end (it shouldn't of even started)
please text,
i need to know someones there.
will you ignore the silent pleas at converatatons on the phone?
a fortnight lacking the person that drives me insane.
can you see me slipping away?
can you see me fading into the vortex of lonliness?
i lay awake at night trying to grasp the faint glimmer of a kiss.
my thigh burns as the emptiness oozes out in a form of red (at least for the next half hour)
do you look into my eyes and see the saddness?
i dont want to want you
i really dont want to need you
but i cant help but cling misinterpretation of hope.
i wish you could hold me through these weeks of misery
2 days left to take a chance.
you have no idea how much im going to miss your touch.
i wish you could take my hand in yours forever.
for two weeks i will be abandoned, discarded, not thought about.
i will be the avoided one, the one left out.
will i pass your thoughts in the two weeks we are seperate?
will you forget that i need help to make it throught the holidays unharmed? (too late for unscarred.)
will i fall short of the list of rememberance?
will this be the end (it shouldn't of even started)
please text,
i need to know someones there.
will you ignore the silent pleas at converatatons on the phone?
a fortnight lacking the person that drives me insane.
can you see me slipping away?
can you see me fading into the vortex of lonliness?
i lay awake at night trying to grasp the faint glimmer of a kiss.
my thigh burns as the emptiness oozes out in a form of red (at least for the next half hour)
do you look into my eyes and see the saddness?
i dont want to want you
i really dont want to need you
but i cant help but cling misinterpretation of hope.
i wish you could hold me through these weeks of misery
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