The crazy scrambled words you spoke...was a hard it.
Like a fat elephant crashing your inner organs down floor.
You told me 'England, my parents' choice.'
We were walking, hand in hand...to our familiar destination.
I stare blankly into space, watching cars drive swiftly by.
My eyes caught no attention.
Running in my head for the hundredth time already.
So hard to decipher.
Although being told that love does not exist in both anymore.
I still feel the certain connection, the peculiar feeling.
The feeling I cannot explain.
You, I probably despise now, probably in avoidance of,
I have no where else to run.
These feelings, so hard to comprehend.
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