We are spinning webs of
pretentious words.
pretentious words.
It landed up going nowhere,
Those insensitive feelings
Emotions running through my spine,
Reflections, in the broken window, staring back
at me
It is unfortunate that we cannot continue this,
Still
there is a pretentious air
in the way you presume I care.
in the way you presume I care.
Those feelings within the broken window,
Paint them black,
Fade them away,
leave them be.
Paint them black,
Fade them away,
leave them be.