take my hand and climb with me…
It Tango ~ Laurie Andersen
Dark clouds, hang. Noose, sky. Veil, of mist. Heavy, precipitation. The colour, of bruising. Exes, scratch. And claw. Trying, to get back. In. A door, slams. Shut. The past, is past. I see, hope. Shine. Like a lighthouse.
He said: Isn’t it just like a woman?