29 April 2005

At the Foster Home

You have never loved me.
For me, you are the one that I'd never forsake.
Your world is too far away from me,
so detached that the same blood flowing within my body and yours simmers down once strong affection subsides.
She showed me the so-called love, and yet her vulnerbility couldn't guarantee anything.
the fragile inner tissue became dissovled and corroded by poison and everlasting heartache.
For yours, I had your manipulative demure spooky smirk and tactful devestated sabotage on my happiness.