YSaturday, November 17, 2007
many mails are unsent.
many emotions unexposed.
many words left unspoken.
many sounds left unheard.
it was .
it wasn't.
it was all a dream chase.
it wasn't all bad.
i stil love not having to say a word,
i stil love every tings done.
its all over.
we're tired and drained.
neither wil know,
bt e outcome. we'd seen it, we couldn't avoid it.
worlds were closed as locked.
it was inflation, maybe not.
~♥makeitmutual..
12:58 PM