The Gardener
Some days you tousle mildly
My thoughts inside of me
Think how its been
Some days you come in mornings
Like early mist it comes and goes away
I want to walk away
I have to say this
I used to think like that too
It's not the same when I chase his name
I don't want to float anymore
I have to leave this
No, I can't stay
That's all I have to say
Writer/s: Joanna Worthington
