fairytale.

Thunder Storm

The bond between us has come apart, and is dying away in everyday

Can't believe I was spacing out in the middle of our conversation and I couldn't comprehend what he was asking me. When did I become like that, I wonder? Oh, and thank you for remembering (even if it's five days late). A new haircut, got off from a black car just to talk to me while I was checking the sky. I wish he'll stop taunting me like that, or I'll dream of him again, and that's something I either like and dislike. My friend once said that I keep dreaming about him because he's my type, but I'm not quite sure that that's the real reason. Oh, well, I'm looking forward tonight.

Labels: Apart, Daydream, Sky, Strange, Strangers

POSTED BY Unknown ON Tuesday, 31 July 2012 @ 20:50