Spinning in circles,
looking up at the rain on this dark autumn night,
it caresses the contours of my face, like you used to do,
the memories ***** my brain like a thousand shards of ice,
I was once a believer but all I have left is this torn up soul.
Used up wishes and unlit cigarettes,
staring at the bottom of a thousand coffee cups,
empty like the promises we once carved on blocks of stone.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Spinning in circles,
looking up at the rain on this dark autumn night,
it caresses the contours of my face, like you used to do,
the memories ***** my brain like a thousand shards of ice,
I was once a believer but all I have left is this torn up soul.
Used up wishes and unlit cigarettes,
staring at the bottom of a thousand coffee cups,
empty like the promises we once carved on blocks of stone.
