e past shd stay in e past.
m sry, boy.
I can't visit e past anymore.
tho it might pls u to noe hmboy looks a bit like u.
but u'l nv hear it fr my lips.
freedom extorts a hefty price
n love demands sacrifice.
I'v freedom but so many strings, so many strings.
they're tying me in place as I spin round n round.
invisible strings binding me in place, tighter than before.
I must snip off this bindings before they garrot me.
but
freedom exhorts a hefty price...
u'v never loved me.
not now, not then.
seems like our passion has sizzled n died.
like a dynamite being lit
and put out w feet frantically stomping on e fuse.
takes awhile but it burn out in e end.
love demands sacrifice.
sacrifice that neither of us is willing to make.
had visions of us.
lazy noons.
sleeping in.
grocery shoppin.
cookin.
chats.
fingers combin thru hair.
palm on face.
a tender look, gentle touch.
fingers brushing hair back.
holdin hands.
a peck on forehead.
a hug.
a hug.
that was all I ever needed.
all I got was a flick of ur fingers.
a hug.
of acceptance.
but I was swatted aside like a pesky fly.
I ended up w no love, no sacrifices, no freedom.
just a well of hurts.
e bill fo my foolishness.
the price was too high.
send e bill to my mom instd, will u?