If in time you feel I'm cold
My hair's too long, my form too old
You can say goodbye without a fear
For I'm too proud to shed a tear
I won't scream, or shout or sob or yell
When next we meet I'll never tell
That for a time my heart was yours
I'll keep sheathed my hidden claws
The time we spent will stay between
The things you said and didn't mean
I'll seal my lips and play along
We both know you did no wrong
You never said your words were binding
And I asked for nothing and you were obliging
You and I are done and I won't grieve
I always knew that you would leave
*inspired by conversations with Vogon Prose
4 comments:
i lovessss it..
Why thankssss.
Thanks Krantik. I assume that means that you liked it!
yes, liked it a lot.
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