Words are the only thing left holding me together.
It can disappear as quickly as it can appear
I won’t even need to yell all clear
It only takes seconds for my heart to veer
I don’t need you in my atmosphere
I won’t even shed a tear
Only the worthy are allowed here
Feel free to harbor all your fear
You’ll soon find it’ll grow more severe
Your happiness fading each year
A bleak existence your only frontier
But I will never reappear
I bid you farewell my dear
© Delia Ross. 2019
His words like weights dragging me down
I never knew words could create such a storm
I’m pretty certain he’d rather not have me around
I know he’s cold but I’m still so warm
We are headed right for ghost town
You better turn around
We’re headed for ghost town
It’s a cold, cold battleground
Don’t you want to be found?
Will you please make a sound?
I guess love is an art form?
🎵🎶🎵
© Delia Ross. 2019
