Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
define the regretted secret
2.17.05
Lying besides the broken glass
Blood cloaks this carpet with stains of
“I love you, I love you...”
And here, beneath pieces of a broken mirror
The ground is whispering secrets in my ear
Which all come back to one simple fact
I’m so sorry that I fell in love with you.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]