She's whatever I want her to be,
A little part in you and me.
She haunts my dreams with autumn hair,
She's always red, she's always there.
She calls with leaves falling off her skin,
The needles of pines and light from within.
She walks through fog and brings the sun,
The ink of prayers, the air of my lungs.
She's whatever She wants to be,
She is me
She is me
She is me...
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
She's whatever I want her to be,
A little part in you and me.
She haunts my dreams with autumn hair,
She's always red, she's always there.
She calls with leaves falling off her skin,
The needles of pines and light from within.
She walks through fog and brings the sun,
The ink of prayers, the air of my lungs.
She's whatever She wants to be,
She is me
She is me
She is me...
