If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? ~Milton Berle
Holding my breath when I just want to scream, hiding the face, I don`t want you to see, making a mess of myself trying to be just like you..
—Beth Hart
Some of us think holding on makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go.
I’m brightly fading
Savouring the doubt
Your sonnets promising til I bail you of fear
I’m thinking about it
Clouding all over me like summer in June
Running away just get closer to you
To be nearer
I’m hiding behind it
But I can’t deny
What I know in my mind
No I can’t deny
What I feel inside
The love you gave me
On a silver spoon
Served me well and darling now I am full
I need something sweeter
I can’t fight it
A familiar feeling I know that I’ve been through
Another time before me and you
I can’t go any deeper, no
And I can’t fight it
Fin.
