No More Than A Phrase

so yeah... I might as well leave.
because my story always ends with, "and then she left."
alone? yes
with only hopes in my bones? yes. false hopes? definitely.
all I do is only hurt you and your souls, I won't mind if I could be the wind of the emptiness in the desert. or maybe sunlight in the middle of the ocean. might as well be lonely leaves in the tallest trees.
I'm tough. always will.
they are evilly angel. whilst I... no more than a phrase from a well written novels, nothing you can remember. they are... perfect. so is he.
besides... who would remember?
I'm no more insignificant than a dust in the sand.

current favorite: Florence + The Machine -- Blinding. epic.