Every once in a whilea rare momentwhen the past creeps inand even on a brightclear not a cloud in sight daybeautiful deep blue skyand a cool almost spring breezebrings me down drags me downto hand shaking tremblingnear tears levelit's not a broken heartor a missingit's more ofan intuition hita gut puncha betrayala wow wtf momentthat …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 