Sunday, July 31, 2011

It was over, before it began.

Dreams of the future, regrets of the past.
Sadness of the moment, I know will not last.

You were mine, if only in my head.
You were the goddess, on my bed.

Black to white.
Day to night.

Everything good must come to an end.
Everything great, was over before it began.

1 comment:

  1. Hm, you seem to be lingering in the past and longing for something lost. but you must remember that in order to move forward, you have to stop looking back.