10 June 2012
We both lie silently still, in the dead of the night. Although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside.
Was it something I said? or something I did? (¯`v´¯) Did my words not come out right? `*.¸.*´ Though I tried not to hurt you. ¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) Yeah, I tried. (¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨ But I guess that's why they say:
{Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn}
I listen to our favorite song, playing on the radio. Hear the DJ say he loves a game of easy come and easy go. But I wonder, does he know? Has he ever felt like this? And I know that you'd be here right now, if I could let you know somehow.
Though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain. Like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals but that scar, that scar remains.
I know, I could've saved our love that night, if I'd known what to say. Instead of makin' love, (¯`v´¯) we both made our separate ways. `*.¸.*´
And now I hear, you found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you. And to hear that tears me up inside. And to see you cuts me like a knife.
~ {Every rose has its thorn} (Sorry I just love the lyrics so much) (ps. It is supposed to be hearts. It looked great on my IPad. Sorry!)
Every Rose Has It's Thorn • Opuss № I