Overwhelmed by my stupidity,
I'm letting go of all...
You, who trudges by the wearied
path, do you not know of...
Just another victim that is what I am
As I am being abused, by the hands of a jealous...
If ever I had a soul, it was lost
in that moment where I sat there...
"I thought you were Arubian"
she said...
Why do you lie to me?
Mom, just tell me the truth...
The question is
At what point does holding on something thats gone...
The sky reeks of ash,
The trees have sheltered their last leaves...
It tough to stand by and watch you love, love...
It hurts you deep inside, and you silently cry...
The way you give me hard times, makes me run away...
Complicated...
Ive been pushed away only to be brought back again...
I dreamt that
we were china dolls...