I don’t know how to feel about this mess

That sits upon my torn heart

Beaten to death,

My love needs a rest.

I can’t seem to see straight,

My eyes have been glazed

Over for years

And now I finally see

What has happened to the

Real me.

Where my soul has been,

I’m not quite sure.

I hope they took care of my

Head while I was gone.

Before the midnight sky,

and my Wolf Heart

I can see my reflection

in the rain

and I know

that Torr hasn’t been the same.

I want to get back to basics,

Get the boys together-

Have Friendsgiving Dinner

Every Night.

I miss the Old Torr

I think we all do.

 Time to find her.