we weave words
like tangles of fragile threads...
Sulking is never on my
'To do list' because I will...
I remember your words
many years ago...
i creep around my paranoia
to avoid becoming captive...
You don't eat,
You don't sleep...
How Happy I was,
Always in my joyful mood...
The people around me walked by
They walked by and saw my eyes...
That one night to you, meant a lifetime of pain...
The cuts you made are incredibly deep...
Every teenage girl sooner or later wonders why
or if, our fragile hearts were just destined to...
The wind swirls around me,
Leaves raining down while the cyclone whispers...
What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...
It is at night when the voices arrive.
In peace and quiet, they surface best...