Sometimes I think of yesterday.
The sunsets that passed,
The ones I cannot recall.
The ones I can…
Purples and pinks,
And bass beats,
That thump through,
My core.
I don’t want to!
Talk About It!
CD’s spinning, lines disappearing,
While you break my heart…
Rod Stewart sings the fireplace warm…
But I am a million miles away,
A girl trapped in a womans’ body.
Alone.
Alone.
A broken heart,
Staying just a little bit longer,
A bleeding body,
Staggering away.
