The Winding River
I let myself get bitter.
I let myself get cold.
like a rainstorm on a river,
I always overflow.
I let myself get cold
In the freezing waters below,
I always overflow.
I let my feelings go.
In the freezing waters below,
My thoughts just turn to ice,
I let my feelings go.
Drifting off the path...
My thoughts just turn to ice,
like a rainstorm on a river,
Drifting off the path...
I let myself get bitter.
This poem is about:
Me