Wednesday, July 05, 2006
His summer's just begun
But mine is already over
In more ways than one
For in my heart it is winter.
The Snow Queen drew me to her
When he released his hold.
Oh God, this emptiness is so cold
No more the warmth of our laughter
No more the dreams of happy-ever-after
No more the words that held and caressed
my heart. The pain in my breast
pulses with every hot tear and groan
As I stumble in this cold, without him, alone
He looks at me with pity. I can't stand it
He tells me he's sorry. But I don't need it
Inside, I am slowly dying
And I'm so damn tired of crying
He should've just slashed my wrists --
the ones he used to kiss (does he remember?)
as we moved in slow and rhythmic love together --
Instead of dooming me to this cold and lonely hell
When the dance was over
and his eyes whispered "farewell!"