Monday, August 1, 2011

one word, two words
something small.
meant so much to someone else.
but yet used as if it is 
meaningless and harmless.

Though left with the memories of special moments.
but these "special" moments were made use of.
that special position of mine,
is no longer there,
the harm already did its pretty damage.
its no longer the same.

I am no longer special as I thought I was.


I want to sleep soundly, I am tired.