She was,
She used to be,
I still startle
There will no longer be
Any new memories.
I look up
When the skies cry
When there is not a cloud in sight
I talk about her in the past tense now.
Eye on my arm
God squeezes my heart,
I remember the feel
Of toying with her
Sagging skin
’Til mine ages,
I will beam at my ink.
She used to be,
I still startle
There will no longer be
Any new memories.
I look up
When the skies cry
When there is not a cloud in sight
I talk about her in the past tense now.
Eye on my arm
God squeezes my heart,
I remember the feel
Of toying with her
Sagging skin
’Til mine ages,
I will beam at my ink.
I talk about her in the past tense now.
On nights I cry,
On fine nights
I burst with life,
She cradles my heart.
