He just told me words on paper
nothing concrete or clear or true
but oh I was such a fool to
believe every word
it was just you
typing lies in my head as if I
was your typing machine.
A little while later
and here am I
A little while later
still feeling that old touch.
Despre autoare:
“My emotions are like birds. They fly up and down, left and right, without a direction.
Especially when it comes to you.”
