Lonely girls and mandolins
Broken hearts they don't fit in
Tell me again how to begin
Cos I'm sinking....
Lonely girl with a buckle scar
She will love you like a falling star
She will wish & pine for you
Even if it won't come true
I could tell you so many things
But how could you ever understand
Lonely girls aren't people to people,oh no
They're just rainbows sinking inwards
Like dead stars in their hearts
There's always that last breath waiting
Waiting on you
YOU ARE READING
Ophelia's Rainbow (#Watty's 2015)
PoetryLove in Vain. That sweet refrain. A collection of poems of pining.
