she is the one who lives it
she rocks,
back and forth,
back and forth,
like a rocking chair;
searching for someone
to stabalize her—
but nobody’s there.
singing to herself,
songs from her youth,
it won’t take away the pain—
but it fills the void,
when she feels aloof.
sometimes it’s...
back and forth,
back and forth,
like a rocking chair;
searching for someone
to stabalize her—
but nobody’s there.
singing to herself,
songs from her youth,
it won’t take away the pain—
but it fills the void,
when she feels aloof.
sometimes it’s...