I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble,
And know that it's my fault.
The pieces that she can't assemble,
Are locked within the vault.
I sit and watch her eyes cloud over,
And have to look away,
She stills calls me her sunshine,
But I blind her with the rain.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble,
And know that it's my fault.
The pieces that she can't assemble,
Are locked within the vault.
I sit and watch her eyes cloud over,
And have to look away,
She stills calls me her sunshine,
But I blind her with the rain.
She still calls me her sunshine,
Dispite the weathers change.
