She wore her hair long and dark
Always funny, always smart
In the quiet she could feel cold and alone
Like her words weren't enough
Her tongue all tied
Stuck between her brain and her heart
How it could hurt her to tell the one she loved even at the start
She loved like the moon and we were her sun
But still she could feel so little when she had flowers growing in her lungs
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
She wore her hair long and dark
Always funny, always smart
In the quiet she could feel cold and alone
Like her words weren't enough
Her tongue all tied
Stuck between her brain and her heart
How it could hurt her to tell the one she loved even at the start
She loved like the moon and we were her sun
But still she could feel so little when she had flowers growing in her lungs
