Time
is all...
When with you, I was labelled trash.
Then you left me, burned up, ash...
This is my world,
the one I created...
..they echo now,
all around the big chair...
The rougher side
of the towel...
Erratic
Sporadic...
I live with the hand
that life brings...
When our heart is sore
emotions are overly tired...
If I count
all my days...
I'm twisted
Held hostage by my own emotion...
Taken away by this tiny river
The song of this river I didn't know...
Someone turned their back today
someone else had to die...