segunda-feira, 18 de agosto de 2008

Smoke on the water

I never got us out of the storm. We knew the big waves were coming. I knew, at least. But you were there, too, you should've seen. It was dark, we saw the lights, we had a car, maybe we could have got away. I told you to get our baby and run. I don't know where you went. We got lost. The waves came. And then there was nothing left. I wish you could have really loved me. I wish you could. Love is a 4 letter word and just that. You should have showed me more. You should've wanted to be more. To me. For me. I never got us out of the storm and maybe I just couldn't, not on my own. I never thought that we should die together, and then we did.

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