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Sunday, October 4, 2009
~ 9:57 PM ~
Distance.
Spacing.
Attraction.
No matter how or what,
why do I always find myself wanting more?
When will I ever learn not to accept reality?
When will I ever learn not to be greedy?
Your aura attracts me,
your soul,
your chaotic mind.
Now,
your little party made me lose my mind.
Your masquerade is just like a perfect little dream
that I can't bear to wake up.
I can't even navigate through the halls of my life,
I can't reclaim back my identity.
A little starry night that changed my life.
You tipped the balance,
the scale to imperfection,
now exists...
