You’re still staring through that glass, Painting me afraid, Wasting me away I don’t know where you are, But to me, you’re in there somewhere, In that frame, Lurking, longing, not belonging, all the same, Wanting to reappear, hoping to have me here
on Dec. 14, 2014 :
Reminds me of my dearly departed wife.
(review of free book)
on Dec. 13, 2014 :
Very sad. I'm assuming you're talking about an ex-wife. I guess no one can really understand except for those that have gone through it like you have. I've been there. It's good to let this sort of stuff out, and I'm glad that someone did because I can so relate to it. :)