14 November 2012
Distance is depressing between you and me, I am aching for there to be another 'we'. Time has spun into a whirl of emotions, My heart beats through the ragged commotions. You say it's my fault that I am to blame, That I am the petrol to your angry flame. The dying flower, In your plentiful tower. You shattered me into a million pieces, And told me I had too many dents and creases.
But from what I can see, It's you not me.
From What I Can See • Opuss № I