Emerald Blue, shes walking through
broken pieces of her youth
she'll never ask that of you
have you seen her latest scheme?
she's getting back her beliefs
now she only hears the dark
it's always had a way with her
she has always had a way with words
Emerald Blue she'll see right through
everything you ever do
I'm sitting here among her mess
haven't had my much needed cigarette
waiting for a flame to catch
upon it's tip of bitter sweetness
just a little nicotine fit
can't seem to find some matches
such a useless pack of reds
sitting here among her darkness
whatever happened, use to know an Emerald Blue
- Author: noeyrocks ( Offline)
- Published: September 9th, 2018 12:11
- Category: Unclassified
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