i smile at the sign tattoed on the bedroom wall, it says "Handle With Care", its bold letters shining in the mid-day sun. my heart screams out an audible: "please do" but i hope you don't hear it because i know better and whisper in your ear: "get rid of those rubber gloves". i'm not That fragile, but still shivers creep down my spine.
after its all said, its done, its over and its out i never feel empty anymore just hollow, like a hollowed-out pumpkin missing her shell.
am i ready to take the chance that my prince will never come?
i don't want them anymore, they're all yours... goodluck & goodbye
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