March 1, 2012

Lying on her bed,
with plenty of thoughts in her head,
a liter of tears she had already shed,
just for a guy who never even cared.

a million flashbacks in her mind,
reminiscing the memories they left behind,
convincing herself that she'll be fine,
maybe not now but at the right time.

She always ask God,
if she's already very bad,
and if He's already mad,
for letting something ruin the friendship they once got?

Those moments turns into memories,
and happiness turns into agony,
his vows are signs of his deceit and dishonesty,
that proves that promises are just meant to be broken, really.

Deep inside she knows,
that she has to move on and close,
close the box of memories and cease to mourn,
'cause those were just pictures to burn.