domingo, 29 de março de 2015

3.a.m Thoughts

She was kind once, in her own way.
i sough a chance of us to be friends.
we were a little a like in some aspects, she understood me and i understood her.
not entirely, but enough to relate

but i was mischieved and misled by my own naive thoughts.

she saw me only as a wounded animal, nothing more, only that.

i was deluded..
in my darkest time, i looked for a friend.
in my brightest time, she left.

She was never my friend..
She was his.