Kiara

My lover asks, if i was ever born, how come nothing lasts, don’t you have ghosts, dreams you’ve scorned, ones that drag you along, I adjust my mask, stifle a yawn, say don't rake my past, and stop throwing stones, it's you that is torn, let regrets stop you growing, detest our little chit chats, who am i to fawn, in houses made of glass, love is in my bones, can whistle at any storm, everyone needs a home, my key’s under the mat, why be forever at war, I’m built to last, give me a call.