psycosynthesis
Bluelighter
I'm standing beside them
As his fingers sketch her arms.
As her smile dawns on him.
And my sun sets.
I'm sitting beside her,
And holding forced and
Frustrated conversation with him.
Yet words flow so easily,
They always tend to.
Irregardless of mood
And malignant glances.
As his fingers sketch her arms.
As her smile dawns on him.
And my sun sets.
I'm sitting beside her,
And holding forced and
Frustrated conversation with him.
Yet words flow so easily,
They always tend to.
Irregardless of mood
And malignant glances.
