autumn_sun Posted May 27, 2003 Report Posted May 27, 2003 {{erm...this is been in a notebook for a while...decided to post it in response to Damon Inferel's Friends poem...not that it's directed entirely at him }} These are the days... The days when time acts like a bitch Moving too fast. These are the days when I just want to stop. Not die, Just stop. Just give all my friends Something they can hold on to. Something that will make all their shit go away. Something I can't give them. These are the days.... I just want everything to stop. I want to never leave this room again I just want to sit here... With you. And telling you How much I care. And how I'll never leave your side. How grateful I am for you. How I'll never let you slip away And then turn to everyone else Tell them the same thing And never leave that room. These are the days... When I think too much When I feel too much When I care too much All I want is to stop. With you. These are the days....
Ayshela Posted May 28, 2003 Report Posted May 28, 2003 *nod* would it be heartening, or frightening, to know that those days happen now and again all the rest of your life? :-\
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