To call my own
They feel soft and lifeless, Crispiness and the scent all gone. You left at the time of crisis, To fend for myself, alone. These alphabets and meaningless terms, Once promised of everlasting love; Disgusts me and makes me squirm. It is the thought of you that I am so sick of. No matter how hard I try; No matter how far I run, I still haven’t got the heart; To burn it even if it’s just forfun. Why did you leave me? Why did you have to go? I wish you didn’t drink and drive, Leaving just these letters to call my own.