To say I feel
great
Would be a lie,
like hanging
My tears from
the clouds
And just
watching us die
-
There was a
time for us
And a place we
could
Call ours, but
I have grown
And my space
here is shrinking:
overgrown.
-
I need to be
alone, with just
The night and
the moon
My thoughts and
some
Notebooks, I
can’t take myself
I need time and
I need space
To Heal the
wounds, to lick
My tears, to
clear my
Thoughts. I
just need time.
I need to find
the real me
And I need to
get her back
-
I can’t stand
the face I see,
Broken in half
Between trust
and hate
I can’t take
the wandering
Eyes and the
lack of lust
You give me. I
have been
Here for 10
Springs
And you still
can’t
Believe
in
me?
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