I sat on the couch, alone,
because a deep sadness I was prone.
I'd feel it in my bones, my hair,
But happiness was too much to dare.
I'm safe up here in my little cloud,
where even death is not that loud.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
I sat on the couch, alone,
because a deep sadness I was prone.
I'd feel it in my bones, my hair,
But happiness was too much to dare.
I'm safe up here in my little cloud,
where even death is not that loud.
