Jul 2019
I screamed my name to the wrong kinds
until
you rolled my echo in your palm.
Vocal chords bled but in you
they dare to open,
hum a tune.
Now they sing each morning.
until
you rolled my echo in your palm.
Vocal chords bled but in you
they dare to open,
hum a tune.
Now they sing each morning.
Though I doubt myself, I am glad to be with you.
July 15, 2019
July 15, 2019
