Mar 2020
Mostly thunderstorms to myself
But for you, an ocean
And I sink
I drown
And now
The glass is half empty
After pouring too much of myself
For you, who never planned to swim in my depths
But for you, an ocean
And I sink
I drown
And now
The glass is half empty
After pouring too much of myself
For you, who never planned to swim in my depths
