07-17-2016, 03:05 PM
Monica
My favorite thing about you was your crooked front tooth.
Your silver blonde hair
Your laugh, without a car
Your hands so small
A lament for hope,
some further insight
I walk by your window
drowning in my head
chasing nothing
our love is dead
Or so I think
I couldn't possibly know
Sometimes I can't bare to look at you
Sometimes I stare
through shattered rose colored glasses
Thoughts so vivid my nightmare haunt
My world
We're lost
My favorite thing about you was your crooked front tooth.
Your silver blonde hair
Your laugh, without a car
Your hands so small
a heart filled with despair
Sullen walks on warm spring nightsA lament for hope,
some further insight
I walk by your window
drowning in my head
chasing nothing
our love is dead
Or so I think
I couldn't possibly know
Sometimes I can't bare to look at you
Sometimes I stare
through shattered rose colored glasses
Thoughts so vivid my nightmare haunt
My world
We're lost