Comments about Gemma Astbury
Today is the day.
The cold and misty day, in which my life continues to be a blur.
The girl that sits at the bay of the balcony window, looking out on life, understands who I am.
She reaches out to touch me, with just one glance.
I smile meekly and continue walking, knowing that with just one glance, just one smile, she knows.
As the day grows old and the night draws in,
She haunts my thoughts, my dreams.
She comes to me, her red hair, like the autumn leaves, sets my heart on fire.