Well hell
Today is a day.
That was
Another day where the sun rose, fell, and the moon rose again.
The problem is that it was a day that you again crossed my mind.
In that stupid, teenage madness way.
I thought, well hell. I thought I was done here.
But the thoughts that come and go are the most painful.
The thought of your smile, gentle touch, passion filled, lustful... That's where it stops...
The moment that it all comes crashing down..
That was you, me, us.
That is not us, anymore.
Well hell..
Because I saw what were had become.
A pathetic shell of what we had always fantasized about.
We had lost ourselves, our minds, our will to even breathe.
I thought we were each other's everything.
But no. You can't breathe lust, envy, jealousy, fear.
You breathe air, which is what I needed.
Well hell... I said to myself as I ended our last call..
I'm sad that we lost ourselves, our love,our future, but I am glad that we have now had the chance to step back and breathe the fresh, clean air.
I am better now than I have ever been before. You showed me how to dance without music at all.
The dance of life has silent moments which no music plays.
So thanks to your lessons I can dance on instead of look on and say well hell..













