You left a mark
when you went away
and I know that my hands
will never feel the same
as they did before learning
your name, your games,
your lessons, and the
weight of your pain.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
You left a mark
when you went away
and I know that my hands
will never feel the same
as they did before learning
your name, your games,
your lessons, and the
weight of your pain.
