Bloody Typical
So near and yet so far...
Cruel bitch! Dream squasher! Fate, Fortune, Destiny... Whatever the fuck her name is? How I loathe her sometimes. ~oOo~ Laughing at my plans, With her turned up nose And that cute, wee smile. That harpie has plans of her own. ~oOo~ Testing me, teasing me, Showing me what I might have, Giving me the merest glimpse Of hope, shining from the darkness. ~oOo~ Once, she was beside me, In my hour of need, Her hand on my shoulder...