I could make all sorts of excuses, but it comes down to this; I copped out. I got right up to the edge, looked down, and ran back to where it felt safe and stayed there. I just wouldn't transfer the thoughts in my mind to his ears. I even started thinking I was silly for even entertaining the idea that we deserve better. I'm not looking for sympathy, just trying to keep the situation grounded in reality. Maybe this is the kind of thing I have to do, reguardless of how petrified I feel. It's real hard to behave like a powerful woman when I feel like a scared little girl.
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
