6:18 AM
Monday, January 12, 2009
If we should ever meet,
through the light of the brighter stars,
Give me a notebook where
I can erase our past.
I was lost in your eyes,
Stranded, they say.
Because i burned my map,
So that i have a reason to stay.
You never knew me,
I was the rubbish you threw
Though i always wanted to be
The inspiration you drew.
I hate you, because
you'd never need to feel this way.
But i love you, because
you are everything that perfection portrays.