April 29, 2009
All along this highway, I drive alone
The warm wind whispers, barely touching me
cooling my soft skin, it speaks
I stop to listen, but it quickly fades away
Have you seen the girl I used to be?
Her eyes lived optimistically,
through rose tinted glasses she loved her world
Her heart loved carelessly,
hopelessly romantic she believed in fairy tales
I miss her and I'm suddenly afraid
How good is change?
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