Mr.Cuba's Winter Rose
Eh. Winters coming and I'm really hoping it isn't as dark and lonsume as last year. silence was the last word we spoke it filled the air heavy with forevers
and the failing smells of yesterday "this wasn't my intention..." is now a haunting... the ghost of whispering thoughts i've bled these nights dry with tears so, here's to sleepless cold and dreamsof insecurity and like before, i'm left with silenceand the sound of a heart breaking
it's pieces crumble to the floor
promise falls quiet between stillnessand silence i hear your voice say, "my child, iwill pick up the pieces." promise falls quiet between stillness
and silence
and the failing smells of yesterday "this wasn't my intention..." is now a haunting... the ghost of whispering thoughts i've bled these nights dry with tears so, here's to sleepless cold and dreamsof insecurity and like before, i'm left with silenceand the sound of a heart breaking
it's pieces crumble to the floor
promise falls quiet between stillnessand silence i hear your voice say, "my child, iwill pick up the pieces." promise falls quiet between stillness
and silence