The sun climbs over the horizon, casting me into the shadows.
I'm cold and so lonely, my heart aches for you. My heart is so full it breaks for you.
If I buried myself further still into the earth, could I be swallowed whole.
Will i be born anew?
With no recollection of you?
What am I without your warmth, your laugh?
A bundle of self hate and personal anguish.
In the prettiest little package
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
The sun climbs over the horizon, casting me into the shadows.
I'm cold and so lonely, my heart aches for you. My heart is so full it breaks for you.
If I buried myself further still into the earth, could I be swallowed whole.
Will i be born anew?
With no recollection of you?
What am I without your warmth, your laugh?
A bundle of self hate and personal anguish.
In the prettiest little package
