Something was a bit different this time
We moved her out of a place she lost everything on
A place of disastrous memories, left cuddled in every corner
No "moto" to grow
Born autonomous and only to remain that way
Just living, breathing, nothing but courageous...Just...Just...
Now, I think of all she's lost. I stare at the floor, once cleaned of filth.
The walls hold the pale of pictures hung--Only yellow surrounds them, as
a respect of nicotine that scars the surface
Now, she exists where her predecessor once lived. Almost an exact replica! She withholding her pity and junk!
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Something was a bit different this time
We moved her out of a place she lost everything on
A place of disastrous memories, left cuddled in every corner
No "moto" to grow
Born autonomous and only to remain that way
Just living, breathing, nothing but courageous...Just...Just...
Now, I think of all she's lost. I stare at the floor, once cleaned of filth.
The walls hold the pale of pictures hung--Only yellow surrounds them, as
a respect of nicotine that scars the surface
Now, she exists where her predecessor once lived. Almost an exact replica! She withholding her pity and junk!
March 11th 2014