Steady hands
And a careless sigh,
Clear speach which does not pry.
Lie to yourself
Saying you're fine,
Even though you dont know why you cry
Your mind lingers,
Your eyes follow.
There are choices to be made
And dreams to reach decay.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
Steady hands
And a careless sigh,
Clear speach which does not pry.
Lie to yourself
Saying you're fine,
Even though you dont know why you cry
Your mind lingers,
Your eyes follow.
There are choices to be made
And dreams to reach decay.