With muddled thoughts, a song I write
Of things that shine through my memory.
Love and life, and all in sight,
corrupted by these fallacies.
I never thought she’d turn out to be a cold-hearted bitch that she did. I hated her for showing signs, yes. But, I went with it. She was a reflection of my sad, dreary past.
And I loved her for that.
An eternal craving that time can’t solve.
The Tide, it comes, to my fears absolve……