one hole to another

Falling through this bliss of a lie,
Gliding through the atmosphere into my grave,
Shielding my heart from your words
Not caring enough of what
was worse.

Seeing that he may stick,
When no doubt it'll be cold,
And love will wither
When he's not around.
moving my body from hole to another

by leadme2temptation
posted on 04/15/2008