| I once believed
all of the promises you made to me,- but all of the promises you made to me while you were kissing my lips have come back to haunt my heart. The clouds roll quickly, like dark gray tumbleweeds. Having drenched my hopes, they go to find another patron. I walk beneath an empty sky, cold and shivering, devoid of hope. Why did you take my stars, and leave me drenched. It is no matter. I will find a blanket. But where is she? |
Copyright ©2009 Ashi Shadow 12/14/08
Inspired by the song Subtle Changes, by Sambassadeur
* Change word patron?
The wording "All of the promises you made to me" or something else with the word 'promises' might make a more appropriate title than "My Blanket"