Sunday, August 8, 2010

Ultimatum: More than a cool word.

I'm just so damn over it,
We could have had something sometime
But you ruined it.

But God and everyone sees the truth
Though I've buried this now
I'll never be over you.

So don't talk to me till you're half grounded
You've spent too long with Nimbus
And frankly, that's bullshit.

This time next month, I'll be gone, it's true
And you'll still be looking, or lost in the cold.
And I'll be safe, so far away from you.
I'll be safe on an island, to rot, or grow old.

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