Some days I can feel
My skin melt to dust,
Taste the bitter ash of
Burned bridges and rust
As everything revolves away
From me and stops at her feet.
Though, most days I just feel like
A unobserved wave at sea,
Fading quietly into the breeze.
So yeah, I'm good, too.
It was nice to see you.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Some days I can feel
My skin melt to dust,
Taste the bitter ash of
Burned bridges and rust
As everything revolves away
From me and stops at her feet.
Though, most days I just feel like
A unobserved wave at sea,
Fading quietly into the breeze.
So yeah, I'm good, too.
It was nice to see you.
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