You know those kids spritzing febreeze perfume,
Rollin' by, no curfew soon.
Shades on past the afternoon,
They have what they need and they don't need you.

I'm sick and tired of this,
Don't think you understand.
I'm washing out the rest,
Like waves upon the sand.

But I
Need
What
We
Have.

But I
Miss the
Warmth of
Your
Laugh.

My shoulders were meant to carry
The weight of wandering spirit.
My hands small enough to bury
In yours, a perfect fit.

But I
Can't risk
Strengthening
Your
Webs.

But I
Can't
Lose your love
As it flows
And ebs.

If i were braver...





I'd be dead

Je dirais je t'aime mais je me suis pas enseigné à aimer les choses qui quittent