your lies still get to me.
Although I love her mind, it was exotic. I have to stress our “love” was toxic.
Keep good friends in your life.
Whose Shirt is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite mysterious though. He was cross like a restless shadow. I watch his iron. I cry inflow. He gives his cloth a hardened shake, And screams “I’ve made a bad mistake.” The only sound to make the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. […]
I know the reason
You recognize the silent rift from your frenemy’s side, but you pretend to be ignorant to the fact that wicked games are played by two.
I’m childish for the way I set sail
“It can be them” you rationalize, “it’s isn’t true”
Calling out to an empty home
I can make due with it.