dear vienna2:43 AM
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
it's the funniest thing;
i want to kill you.
there is no light at my window,
i sit in the darkness,
brewing
dear vienna
the water's dark tonight.
and i confess
we were happy like we should be
then you had to go and ruin it all
i want to burn that bridge and make it fall.
Labels: angst, poetry
