Matthew P. Haubert

Matthew P. Haubert

Preloge:
Your heart is calling, my mind is falling. I have your toy in my head. Don’t bother trying to explain, i know exactly what goes on. In my heart, just a little pond…..

Built at first, ugly at last… You gave me your heart, but i’ll just pass
Look through the water, you begin to belive, that who once had me, will being to bleed
Your at the top, I at the bottom. Stuck in between I just want out. But you just stare in unbeliveable doubt…
Eyes wide open, I begin to weep, but you don’t notice, as it’s under a sheet
Covered up, but still can see. You start to belive you will still have me?
As time has past, i try to last. But you wont disapoint, as i begin to gasp
I’m lost in the deep, farwell in my eyes, while yours still do not say, a simple goodbye
Still that hope…
Looking for air, but as thought, you have none to spare
I’m lost, barely can see.
I take my last gasp for air, and it’s bare..
My eyes, my heart stopped. But you still at the top.
As you begin to realize, you try to see, but all thats left, if your memory of me

One response to “Pond”

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