Mar 29, 2006 20:02
(low-fi song -guitar-viola - water drops - breathing - electric bass)
Slowly my eyes are focusing on her frame
delicately beautiful as a falling snowflake
I pull myself closer to her
whispering "I'm scared."
I can tell by the look in her eyes
she is too.
Scared of the lies.
Scared of the past.
Scared of the mistrust.
Scared of the goodbye.
Scared even more...
of the hello.