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21.1.10

Bear twigs

And I realize you're making a distraction.
That in reality you can wait as long as is needed.
That if this were more than just a dream you'd be all I need.
Like that one day, in the air.
When my jeans were a little bit tighter.
And my skin blended in with my hair.
When there was no guilt, or bother.
Because it was just you and me in a cave somewhere
And it's not like that boy is my father.
But I don't listen to him anyway.
When he demands those damn kids go.
I don't mind their absence, really.
I cause myself pain, ya know.
So when it's dark and not lonely and you're whispering to me and you leave scars and I like it
And we are pressed Jean to Jean in the hot sun and there's no smoke in place of vision and nothing to get in our way
Why did you pretend like you had me every day?
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
It hurts me too.
I'm gone
I'm gone
For long
You mistook me for a fool.
Cause you were what I was after
And I've led us to disaster
Cause I'm bashful quiet not dependent
Not that girl you were left with.



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