I don’t miss the lying,
but I miss the dying,
of laughter.
I don’t know what it is that you were after,
but it wasn’t me.
I wonder and wonder,
but I still can’t see,
there’s no rhyme or reason,
it just wasn’t meant to be.
–S.
I don’t miss the lying,
but I miss the dying,
of laughter.
I don’t know what it is that you were after,
but it wasn’t me.
I wonder and wonder,
but I still can’t see,
there’s no rhyme or reason,
it just wasn’t meant to be.
–S.