And she slept.And she sleptAnd she slept.
My former friend, she once said “My dear, love inside me It has been long since dead But my advice to you Is with that one you find Don’t let her go The way he let me leave In the pouring rain In an awful shame.”
And she said, and she said, and then she said.
Sink into the oceans, kiss the night away. Use the beaches, as your escape from the detestation. Don’t give in to the ones who don’t stay. Keep on moving, don’t stand in one place. Run across the streets, without looking both ways. &nb
