05 September 2008 Friday, September 05, 2008

Nowadays, I don't know your heart's contents. We are strangers in an empty space. There are two roads left in our shoes. If the silence takes you, I hope it would take me too. Maybe, just maybe, if we run away together fast, they wouldn't get to our hearts. Now, everything is nothing, but a pictures of million Grey skies. From what I heard, there wouldn't be rain for a long, long time. I will feel better once I am out of here. I will see things clear. Once I know, I am gone forever.

If we don't have friends in common, you would be content by now, forever.

Content.

Now.

Forever.

I like the sound of that, but time is unrefundable.

If you could see what's on me,
Smudging eyeliner and melted lipstick,
Then why can't you see what's under me?
A dying love; Grey and sour.