drowning in the bathtub of love, the place everyone wants to drown.
to the girl who speaks to me in my dreams, never stop yearning for me.
when you grow older, and you find a special someone and you have a home, call me.
nowhere can you find me, never where you think i am, my number won't change and my mind won't stop missing you.
the little girl inside of my mind teaching me more than i can teach her.
she asks for nothing in return but a friendship and that i can give her.
the sisterhood of two girls who desire the same is unbreakable.
to be controlled or have control.
such a uncontrollable headache it leaves me.
i am the little girl, the little girl is me.
soon i will loose touch with her and i will be in such a state of heaven i won't even notice.
she was there when things smashed and broke into tiny pieces.
she isn't here when things are fixed and the tiny pieces are back together.
she's sitting in the chair opposite the bedside-mirror, brushing her hair proudly thinking about me.
i hope she gets what she wants when she grows into a women.
she hoped for me, so i still hope for her.
YOU ARE READING
helena's motel room
Şiirfor the girls who are self-consciously aware they are used.
