And the rain is falling.
I watch you going inside this house...
She is red - ablaze with a passion so vibrant in...
She is orange - refreshingly sweet as her words...
Beneath you as you sleep
a ship floats in your aura...
A story of three different girls
Wanting three different guys...
We met upon
the internet...
If I could take back one moment
And let this emptyness go...
Memories are good,
Memories are bad...
I know I am not his daughter,
I know I am not his wife...
I
Know...
all I have left
in place...
Twists and turns, are a parcel of life...
Days will pass,
And things will grow old...