There is no way to describe the feeling of being choked by the words I can’t say because they have sunk to the bottom of my lungs.
There should be a name for the nights spent wishing that the right words existed so that I could learn to explain the unexplainable.
There was no way to articulate to her restless bones that my mood sways on the tips of her fingers that never stop dancing when everything else is still.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
There is no way to describe the feeling of being choked by the words I can’t say because they have sunk to the bottom of my lungs.
There should be a name for the nights spent wishing that the right words existed so that I could learn to explain the unexplainable.
There was no way to articulate to her restless bones that my mood sways on the tips of her fingers that never stop dancing when everything else is still.