where we used to laugh, theres a shouting match. sharp as a thumbnail scratch, a silence i cant ignore. like the hammock by the doorway, we spent time in, swings empty, dont see lightning like last fall. when it was always, about to hit me. i wonder hows it gonna to be, when it goes down. hows it gonna to be, when youre not around. hows it gonna to be, when you found out there was nothing, between you and me. cause i dont care..hows it gonna to be..
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 02:47:08 +0000