And when I let the maelstrom of my life wash over me,
I cried and cried and cried
And I let my body lie in bed
until the blood pooled at the back of my legs.
There is no good way to fall out of love:
there are only the meandering strides in and out
and back again.
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 4:24 PM UTC
And when I let the maelstrom of my life wash over me,
I cried and cried and cried
And I let my body lie in bed
until the blood pooled at the back of my legs.
There is no good way to fall out of love:
there are only the meandering strides in and out
and back again.
