...

i sat with a beer in my hand...

and a smoke in the other,

as i tried to look back

to just stop and listen...

as everyone around me

was talking about so much

i could not think straight,

even if i wanted to...

"i think its for the best"

went over and over in my head...

and as i remember it..

i wish i was dead...

it was something so short

and it opened up my eyes

that this little thingy called love...

is just a fucking disguise...

i wanted to throw your ring away...

but it wouldn't come off...

i walked right by your street yesterday...

waiting for my feet to stop...

to just let me fall to the ground...

because i didn't want to get up...

i thought long and hard about you...

and knew it was over...

but looked about and thought...

that maybe she could help me...

but i guess that didn't work...

as i have to understand...

that its for the best...

as i took back my flowers...

i knew our love was dead....

as i dropped them by my side...

i just looked at the flowers...

as i wanted to just start to cry...

so this is a letter...

a note...

a feeling...

that once i fell so hard...

i knew it wouldn't last..

as much as i wanted it to..

i guess it was for the best...




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