When growing up my parents showed us
How to bring in the New Year with fun...
There she stands out waving her hand
With tears in her affectionate eyes...
Poppies swaying in the breeze
remembering all the people gone...
She is the sharp tooth of the knife
That sinks into my flesh...
Some days i wanna cry. Then some days i wanna stab...
By zayna...
Looking at me with curious eyes, I stare back in...
Secretly searching for my skills in which I will...
I can see ur unarmed and breathtaking eyes
Trying to reveal my haunted disguise...
I heard you were sick
And my heart felt like it had been kicked...
I breath for moments like this
moments of feeling alive...
I've been waiting for a while for this though...
just the thought of falling in made me cringe but...
The growing belly,
The gentle kicks...
They say a look can kill...
and i believe it as she stares at me...