Rae Morris

My senses fall Inside these walls of mine, I’m still a little child. And in the end I'll stop pretending. Sent five roses with lyrics we have in common and three kisses at the end. I would have sent a thousand more if it would have mattered. Not a single word in return but the birds they whisper that you liked them. What does that mean. You liked them but roses are lovely and I'm still blue. Is there still feeling, tell me is it true? Maybe the message was lost on the way, I would have stayed if you begged me to stay.