你那么爱她。。。 These days, with so much shit going around me, it's hard for me to end the above sentence on a positive note.
Instead, the correct sentiment of a cynic would be, 'yeah you love her, but does she give a damn?' What is the point of being really sweet, when her tongue is always burnt? She can't taste a shit.
Nick was saying that the very people that make us lose sleep can sleep and snore so well. Yeah, really man, what is the point of being so miserable?
That was when I told him, 'but that's the kind of person I fell in love with.' With that, I affirmed the axiom that opposites do attract, but are forever at ends.
And damn, even my dreams are clouded with bad omens. It couldn't have been a more bitchy year, and Easter bunny gave me no blessed eggs this time.
Sigh...there goes my 'summer breeze'.
<
pink champagne's romance>
there in the corner I cut it out,
beating, bleeding and love without,
I laid it bare beneath her feet,
and whispered neither trick nor treat.
with hair of gold and brightest day,
she asked if it was worth to play,
'nay' I said 'for my heart this is,
it burned for you and left no peace'.
her stubby hands broke it in two,
red sand ashes they seeped right through,
she said, 'what you want, I can never be,
for the one I loved was never thee.'
Ah heck, romantics are screwed anyways...
Goof night.