Like damp sand and broken promisesLike being stuck with strangers in an empty roomDark circles from all those tearsAnd a sense of no controlFeet sinking into mud I thought was dry nowFor I trusted your sunlight few minutes too soonShedding trees and angry wavesSongs in my head I want to replaceFailures from the year beforeWhen …
I write to hold on to some of it : lingering thoughts, fleeting ideas, fading memories and love.
