hEllo

the Emma Jeanne
15 | Cellist | Guitarist |
Hold me down
Watch me bleed
See my eyes
See your greed

His heart stopped short
Of what we would call love
To him, it is but a word
A dead, cold dove

Hold me down
Watch me cry
See my eyes
Search for the sky

History repeats himself
How nasty he may be
When the sky falls down
There's nothing left inside me

| 26 December 2009 |