Raz
Bluelighter
I bought tears with a song tonight....all in all it was a fair exchange.
Grief crept up on me more like an old friend than a new wound, and it was not entirely unwelcome.
I moved to another place so that the ghosts would not be around me constantly, and it seems to have worked. One by one they find me, but they're smaller on their own and far easier dealt with.
It's easier to embrace a single memory than it is to have its family around you, smothering you with the weight of too much pain.
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you. These are the words she sings to me, and tears are what I've purchased to help me believe that.
I bought those tears with a song...all in all, it was a fair exchange.
Grief crept up on me more like an old friend than a new wound, and it was not entirely unwelcome.
I moved to another place so that the ghosts would not be around me constantly, and it seems to have worked. One by one they find me, but they're smaller on their own and far easier dealt with.
It's easier to embrace a single memory than it is to have its family around you, smothering you with the weight of too much pain.
You're not alone, I'll wait till the end of time for you. These are the words she sings to me, and tears are what I've purchased to help me believe that.
I bought those tears with a song...all in all, it was a fair exchange.
