Thursday, March 27, 2008

A short prose.

Hi!

Remember me? No? I didn't think so.
I think I'm beating myself up over things that I ought to be leaving alone.

You came to me in the rain
your brown hair covering your face
I couldn't tell that you'd been crying
but your mascara had left me a trace

Come on, come on, come on, come on
I'm making a list of things I could've seen
nobody's gonna be there for you in the end
just turn away from what could've been

I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone

You're okay, you're okay
you're okay, you're okay
you're okay, are you okay?


I think my head just exploded. Hold on, let me check. Yep.
You've left me with a hole in my head.
Are you okay?

2 comments:

Andy said...

and even though it hurt them/there's no need to set things well.

Ben said...

I'm jealous or your talent in writing

...jerk