arial

A knock on my door

Washed scented hairs embrace my being

Wet little eyes wander as I  listen to her plead

Tired o tired 

Run o run 

Hug me tight 

Oh, do not return 

LISTEN to me

I know whats wrong

help me bring

and sway all sworn

Dark shadows loom as I start to wonder 

I know its not right but who knows who remembers 

Long roads worn winds and a being bit tangled

Yes I hate it I hate it but what can I say 

I don\'t remember