#hum18
Pain grips on her throat tightly
As she tries to break-free
For her yesterdays are but haunting,
Bittersweet tragedies
Her brown eyes suggest
That the storm will pass
And everything that breaks her
Must just be left in the past
Her hair is burning red
And inside, she's truly blue
So she races towards the future
Because "now" is such a cruel avenue
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC