Friday Night Seattle

01.18.08

In tomorrow she'll have silver laces
She'll see the silver lining
and the threads will be laced through her skin
Yesterday may not be over and tomorrow may not be read
She can't remember the night he took
and the fear inside grows stronger
The bruise on her arm faded with the flight
Her will power grows weaker and she pretends she doesn't hear him
He's in her head and on her thoughts
She's running and can't breath
She fakes each day and some how makes it through
Some how knows this high won't last
She moves and hides
pretends and lies
And writes whats left of her past.
Tomorrow there will be silver laced through her skin
and today she's a shell of the woman she could have been.

Nelapsi

yesterdays and tomorrows