I'm thirty seven years and no one could take my call it was wild in the night as the sun went down I wanted to believe in it being true I wanted to believe I could disappear so soon but I was so afraid
And my mother lived in a cave I could not undue in co dependent waves I wanted to push through but I was hurt still and somewhat tied to extacy that I had made up in my mind not reading clearly the signs as I grieved my beauty away.