I'm the girl who listens, never the one to talk,
I'm the girls who loves hanging out with her...
I'm crying again....
not the first time...
Tears rush over
The curves of your eyes...
Cold, chilly night.
Dancing trees...
Hang on the wall,
with thumb tacks...
I look around
and what do I see...
I look into eyes that hold hate just for me
A beautiful daughter that you couldn't see...
Silent pleas of helplessness,
buried beneath childish lips...
My wings have been damaged
Feather after feather plucked...
The nights calm
Peaceful && Black...
You suck the life out of me
worse than a person...
I want to scream into your head
to show you memories undead...