I feel you coming back to me
Without punishment Without apology,
But what is a girl without helpless curiosity,
Slipping through the curls of my curtains with the breeze at night,
Your mistakes you try so easily to overwrite.
And when as the sun aches my sockets and the birds signal daybreak,
I realise I no longer have the choice to give you a second chance because now I am awake.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
I feel you coming back to me
Without punishment Without apology,
But what is a girl without helpless curiosity,
Slipping through the curls of my curtains with the breeze at night,
Your mistakes you try so easily to overwrite.
And when as the sun aches my sockets and the birds signal daybreak,
I realise I no longer have the choice to give you a second chance because now I am awake.
