what did you have in mind when you told me 'everything seems wrong', while tapping yr feet to an overbearing rhythm shot with longing- well, where do you belong? ...it's almost as tho you have no positive view, and the old warmth is going, even tho you don't wish to....
yr shaken, pierced and barely believing; underlining every wrong... looking back with a longing, altho you say you've moved on , to somewhere else you think is different and new- the past still drag thru...clawing, defiling you.....