Look at you now
Having to bow down
To Her Highness's every whims
How far that was from out dreams
Washing plates for a living
Never was I grieving
Even when he went away
Except for you going the wrong way
Tears held in with all I can
I looked down at that van
Carrying all those that I care
Letting go off you, that I do not dare
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetrySomething I hope will help others (especially Carlotta). Things may not meant to be. Let it go, write it down, say it out and you will feel much better.
