Monday, February 11 @ 7:49 PM
I needed some space
From all the crap that I think,
But you didn't know all the ways I felt inside... oh.
Ready to get back,
But you made other plans
And I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down.. oh.
I don't have to say, Why I did it.
You already know, from how I act.
Now is there some chance for you and me?
Or will there never be?
And don't it make you sad about it?
You should have understand
But why did you reacted, Come on.
Now when I wanted to get back,
Then you push me, now I'm gone.
Now, I'll refuse.
You must have me confused,
From all the actions.
Bridges are burned,
And now it;s your turn.
It's your call.
Labels: poem, rant, serious, sweet escape, tae, tsk