Like a perennial river flowing into a sea, words to me just keeping on coming |
When I loved
They laughed...
Alone in the night
I can feel your touch...
I think I'm going crazy
Nothing feels right...
I give you direction
always with good intention...
Alone in the night
I can feel your touch...
When I loved
They laughed...
I am not beautiful, I get it
It is not a part of me I can correct...
I would blame you if only I did not understand that the venom you spit in my face is nurtured by the facts you cannot face about yourself |