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I talked, you didn't listen. I talked, sometimes you were not quite focus on me. I talked, you talked to the other. So, I'd be be...
More Real than a Love Song
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I didn't count how many times I only stared at her. No Idea came out from my mind starting to have a next little step. It felt like I was going to loose her when I showed up and bounced my tongue only to give some introduction. It's impossible, though some-who quoted there’s nothing impossible.
It was not that easy just like a love song spoken from poetry’s mouth as hell. Screw love songs, when what they did had no progression, they took a pencil and a guitar writing a broken heart song.
The fact, it was sadder than the lyric a thousand times, even some thought the real one they had was the saddest.
I had no plan to give an ending just like a sad song or whatever it was. I could only sit here on a particular sucks bench. Enjoyed the moments to the death. I couldn't make any movements, retarded of mine
I was looking at the same girl, on the same day, at the same place, at the same time, but slightly different moments.
A year ago she hadn't carried that tiny little girl, it was different now.
Aaaarrgghh… as if that accident did not happen I might be on her side and whispering love words to her ear many times, then I could give a proof that the feeling is million times greater that love songs.
It’s only me now, zombie on a wheel chair.
-air catcher-
on a bed; June 2 ‘13; 23:27