Short brown hair

I get to lay with you for a second and I run my fingers through your soft brown hairI remember when we did this more often, you would stare into my eyes and I felt so aliveNow you barely speak to me, the connection is goneEven when you mess up, I am the one that is wrongWe barely get along As I run my fingers through your soft brown hairYou don’t even seem to careIt was once real, now this feeling is unfairYou’ve stopped me from becoming aware Continue reading Short brown hair