lunes, 2 de febrero de 2015

Wrote this instead of listening.

But isn't it kind of sad?
the way she moves,
the way she walks
always looking down.

Dances like no one's around
maybe she feels that way.
Does she cry at night?
maybe she'll never say.

Deep blue eyes
colder than ice
strong hands
hanging by her side.

No one to hold
too many to call.
Leaves her town
looking for fun.

Forgets men,
writes instead.
Never leaves a trail
under her spell.

I've had the melody stuck in my head for so long. Now it's finally a song.

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