Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Your Sinister Shape

I've always been alone. I was born by myself and thus shall I end this way.

Tonight the fog hangs thick . Everything appears unique and interesting.
This feels like a legendary moment in time.

The pieces of my life fly about my head. Clearly I can see who and what you are not! Good wouldn't be the name I'd give you!
Friends come and go. So do husbands. Time for you to go forever.
YOUR
This is a spell of words. AND I HOPE YOU FINALLY FEEL IT. It's over for you and poof!!
You do not exist to me!

And love can be murdered by hate.
Who wants to go thru that again? Not me!

Once feet that were sure slip on mean curses and evil intent. Time to-
Shake it off and move towards something more normal.

The hills, curves and lights of San Francisco take on a sinister shape.
Just like your actions. Evil even blushes at you.

I'm divorcing myself from his, yours or any Drama that is..
There isn't a chance for you and please trust that whatever we had ..

Is gone.