Friday, 26 February 2010

Why is it

Whenever we speak, you ask of her. 

As if you are genuinely concerned about her well being. You stoop as low to even question what she is currently doing?

It is none of your business.

*Question* Does it, bother you?

That we created a bond which (by the way) you made clear it would not happen with us.

Caught up in your mode of thought

Tell me...

Why is it

Whenever we speak, I hear the bitterness in your voice

Dryness in your throat, it seems the thought of what was is hard to swallow.
Our friendship remains a little fragmented,

Stepping backward rather than progressing,

Does the thought of me having a possible future worry you?

All these questions and you simply smile..


I guess everything is fine.

As per usual.