Old Touch

He just told me words on paper
nothing concrete or clear or true
but oh I was such a fool to 
believe every word
it was just you
typing lies in my head  as if I 
was your typing machine.

A little while later 
and here am I
A little while later 
still feeling that old touch.

Despre autoare: 

“My emotions are like birds. They fly up and down, left and right, without a direction.

Especially when it comes to you.”