Monday, July 18, 2011
i think i might love you.
i think you're hot.
i think you're sort of special.
i think.
i know, we'll never work out.
i know, we're not even proper acquaintances.
i know i should stop living in dreams and fantasies.
i know that's it's never going to happen.
i wish though, i could turn back time.
assume more responsibility. and get my life straight.
i'm always on the edge struggling.
but i'm ok.
am i?
or is this just another illusion i'm upkeeping?
when is it going to crumble? to pieces again?
we're invincible beings,
breathe life into our hollow hearts.
sadness only lasts a fleeting moment,
but regret lasts forever.
we never even talk.
a last chance, don't give it up.
please. don't let it float away again.
don't let it slip through your fingers.
again.
screw ups.
we'll work our asses off for tomorrow.
for a future we can actually be proud of.
a future we can actually look forward to.