You came to me like a fairytale, I held you close; I looked into your eyes, they were deep and full of soul; chancing fate. I kissed your neck and shoulders, your belly and your ***, We took each others bodys and tasted freedom. ~ I couldn't help feeling this was: "your one and only" A secret that you'll keep to your self ~ "A happy thought!" Secure in the knowledge that you were once utterly cherished; And that you alone chose martyrdom; rather than embracing change.
choosing martyrdom and brutal familiarity rather than embracing change.
I don’t know where home is anymore No cherry blossom trees Or familiarity, But a roof over my head And a fold-out bed. I’m not the same me That I was at seventeen, Scars and the sea Kept her from me. I never built any bridges Just a rope ladder with frayed edges, So my hands may be splintered But I’ll make it back for winter. See I don’t know enough of life, To try and make this right. Because this family, in reality, Might be strangers to me. And I don’t have the strength To break again. I don’t know where home is anymore.