Singing to myself,
rain thuds on my roof.
All by myself,
I get lonely at night.
I can only imagine
your soft touch,
or even inhale
the scent of your hair.
The biggest mistake I ever made
was accepting the hatred you had for me.
Whenever I should have taken your hands,
I cut off my own.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
Singing to myself,
rain thuds on my roof.
All by myself,
I get lonely at night.
I can only imagine
your soft touch,
or even inhale
the scent of your hair.
The biggest mistake I ever made
was accepting the hatred you had for me.
Whenever I should have taken your hands,
I cut off my own.
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