i want my candice. she abandoned me for las vegas deserts. i've got a new eye candy. candice would know who. where's my candice. ):
i'm in a pair of tattered shoes covered with mud stains and grime. it's filthy inside and out and even has an unbearable stench. it had been shiny and glamorous not too long ago, with soft blue laces that bounced about with each step i took. it had been a shade of pure warm white, it had been a blissful sight. now reduced to no more than ragged shreds of thread, with gaping holes; in a dreaded plight. i might still love it as relentlessly, but i stand alone on this side of the riverbank. they can't see me and they can't follow, they can't accept how it is still mesmerizing, they can't pretend it's not a part of history.
heart
vogue leisure
all that matters, is today(: -
A wallflower.
A love taken for granted.
By Lysia.