Echoes in my mind_ the broken sunday

Deep in my thoughts you are there fixing my meaning and creating my sentences but i feel youre making your own days these days.  My heart warms when i read ur name on my phone its like a little golden treasure lighting up my life. Or the flowers and fruits u send me in the morning or the happy funny tunnels u create that make my day... and night. My heart warms when u think of me and when you ask about me or when u believe in me

But now am in despair my phone is quiet and i have no flowers or fruits or good mornings. Its just dark so i have to go back and read old messages. I have no smiles or happiness calling and i know you dont believe in me . 

I know you have to go to other places and at night it's to your books... or simply its to the other side of me wherever that may be. And your phone is too busy for me and your flowers and fruits i dont deserve. I know its hard to believe in me for ive failed so many times

And so my life is all quiet without you

Now thats something i just cannot force

Or make or buy or control

 They call me demanding and persuasive 

Theyre absolutely right the jewelers in liverpool

To me it had to be right the golden jewels so that it would be an anklet deserving your love

And dad says he stops in his tracks in anger when i speak 

And mum shouts her opinion so i listen

And you 

Just stat quiet 

I know theres something wrong in me

 But whatever it is - its not you

I dont think am confident

I think am arrogant

And i used to thinkk am strong but am really a weak woman breaking myself most easily

And i certainly am not persevering

Although i realise the lack of care ive instilled in my work has affected everything in me

Its just not important to you if its not important to me