Dishonest.Faith (wizardwolf) wrote, @ 2004-06-14 18:55:00

Final Thought
Singing to the winds,
as afternoon wears down,
a song about the binds i'm in.

Singing about how i gave
every bit of my heart,
while seeing yours stray.

It began to take me apart
a shattered heart within
reduced to broken art.

When i thought i died,
I finally took a look
and saw as you cired.