People who professed love
Out of condition
Hearts sold as studio
Built as a loft
People who professed love
Out of condition
Hearts sold as studio
Built as a loft
Another nonsense piece on missing someone
When we move to follow a flow…
Hope is a poison I drink When I need to drownThe sorrow of my sins…..
When to build, when to burn…
You can’t drag a past
That wants to be left behind…
I mourn as the sun predictably rises… Reminding me of where the east is. After a long battle enduring pitch blackness… The punishment of waking up early is facing a long day… Each takes me […]
The basis of our feelings Whether real or imagined Is a clamp that grips As tight as we allow it
Who knew that doing the good thing may sometimes be not right I didn’t know that it can exist in a plane, separated But now I suffer for this mistake I didn’t I’d regret taking […]