Someday

The dawn is breaking Raindrops slowly trickle down the window Winding in a circular motion Finally falling to the ground She listens to him breathing The signs of sex lingering in between the wine and the weed She looks around Pictures hanging in rows Someone else's memories She tries to remember There was a time A long time ago Faint picture of a girl Innocent Gone now Why the hell does she torture herself The girl has gone Long gone Turned to stone Time for her to go too Someday she would show them Ram it down their throats Someday she would walk through that door Stare them in the face She would tell them straight I made it The rain cleansed for a time She felt pure Someday She would show them Someday.