Jul 2015
Ive lost this fight
and every one, every other night
All the breathless screaming
and pointless pleading
In the very end
I regret to repent
has left me alone and very old
silently kneeling in the cold
Ive nowhere left to turn
all but the last fire's ashes left to burn
and every one, every other night
All the breathless screaming
and pointless pleading
In the very end
I regret to repent
has left me alone and very old
silently kneeling in the cold
Ive nowhere left to turn
all but the last fire's ashes left to burn
Written for H. We were too young, my baby to really understand how things work. We played house for a while and a part of me will always miss that part of my life
