19 April 2012
The clocked moved to soon if only I knew. Not a word was spoken, but every unspoken word left us broken. Alone with the memory of what could of been; only to dream of what would never be. An ending was the beginning to our story pieced together with a sorry at the tip of a lip only to see hate in the blink of an eye. Good-bye..
Good Bye • Opuss № I