Laura Jenson - Single Girls
They swarm like bees but the pain came slow.... and stinging.
Every photo that should have faded by now,
intactly there, laughing at me with the irony of its non-existence.
Perhaps the past makes way not just for the new,
even the older past. Perhaps people do change.
Know too well I've become the 'voided' one.
In happier times
I remb asking him cheerily if we might fall back to strangers one day,
shouldn't have joked about it. Because one day is here.
And it seemed so impossible then.
Perhaps the past makes way not just for the new,
even the older past. Perhaps people do change.
Know too well I've become the 'voided' one.
In happier times
I remb asking him cheerily if we might fall back to strangers one day,
shouldn't have joked about it. Because one day is here.
And it seemed so impossible then.
