����������������������������������������� been a girl
i miss you so much
i can't think little
bigger than my life
thinking your touch
tearing from stinging
alone in this chair
far from familiar
when did you become what i see?
different a little from me
still reaching and yearning
waiting
to be free from sad and traitor's kiss
fortunate son should've been
but i've been a girl
foreign to my feelings
words new and scaring
away from former melancholy
but is pretense really preferable?
maybe so you/I should go
to each other or apart
sometimes i think i break my heart.
������������������������������������������������� -Angela Becerra
