dolorous interludes.

Winter's come early this year.
Like a bird in the rain, I've tortured my everything.
The rain falls, and I never meant to leave you standing.

I dislike her immensely because the mention of her always seems to bring up answers that you know id hate hearing. Yet, her life is so intrinsically threaded to yours such that she will never quite be removed, injuring my ears every now and then, and imposing on me a sort of anger that encourages my caustic and foul mood to resurface.

posted by voyeur @ 10/08/2004 05:42:00 PM