mother and daughter.She grew up in broken homesWhere the walls were paper thinShe was left alone in empty roomsAnd heard fights no one seemed to win.She learned to fill the voidsWith colours and heart songsAnd never shed a tearWhen everything was wrong.She learned to take care of daddyWhen he was drunk and couldn't walkAnd how to make supperWhen mommy "just forgot".As she grew she realizedThat her life wasn't fairThe pain of never feeling loveBecame too much to bear.She left the house at midnightWithout leaving a noteShe was on the edge about to jumpUntil someone grabbed her coat.She barely had time to turn aroundBefore her mom hugged her tightlyWith tears running down her faceAs she cried, "I'm so sorry Heidi."That night she discovered loveAnd that she didn't want to dieShe knew that she was wantedAnd she finally learned to cry.
indian summer.they say,if you love himlet him goif he comes back,he's yours.--i let him walk away that day.i didn't follow him.he came back.--you're mine.
4[this is her life] she hurts inside, and multifacteted eyes like those of insects watch her from the dark spaces in suitcases she decided not to pack.[this is melancholy] such beautiful melancholy. she runs across train tracks just in time to not get hit, and she stares at the sun too long even though it hurts her eyes.[this is innocence] not knowing is easiest. she just wants to be loved.--he put spiders in your pillowcase so nightmares would come.