stray

[piper]

You left.

I believed in you.

More than anyone.

Saw the dreams you wanted to inspire.

Felt the passion you wanted to see within me.

Then you failed.

Its more fitting than it is ironic, though I don't expect anyone to understand that.



Been raining a lot lately.

Cold rain.

The type to send chills through a house with stray breeze.

A blanket and a fire helps, but reading gets boring.

Probably need to get a new shipment of books soon.

I read a report about the tower.

Charming idea.

In my head, I like to think if you reach the top you get a wish.

Makes it more romantic and fantastic.

Something tells me you wouldn't even wish for what you wanted.

You'd say its too easy or something else equally fool-hearted.

Wish I could say the same.

I'd probably waste it on you.