This Town Needs Guns
Rabbit
Move over it's getting kind of late.Eyelids grow heavy and at this hour start to ache.The covers hide awayAll our mistakes.And so do Istop to question why do......White feathers dance in my room while I'm too tired to sleep?It seems your pillow case all trussed in lace was no match for me and you.No matter what it isYour hurting again.Like lessons learnt in ways,stunned silence reigns.Clear like chrystal I understand your malcontentand while words may not quite mean as much,I hope this never ends.
From Letras Mania