I.
in my wrist
i have
no bird to sing
for autumn’s sweater;
II.
i still die
inside the songs
that anchor weight onto
his name.
III.
*I visit your mind
from the inside of mine
every night;
it is not my decision*
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
I.
in my wrist
i have
no bird to sing
for autumn’s sweater;
II.
i still die
inside the songs
that anchor weight onto
his name.
III.
*I visit your mind
from the inside of mine
every night;
it is not my decision*
