the soil rusts, the water thaws
all tiny slips becoming spikes
inside my veins I know it lives
but all too well mixed up with fears
with every passing longing day
I feel no more relief to say
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
the soil rusts, the water thaws
all tiny slips becoming spikes
inside my veins I know it lives
but all too well mixed up with fears
with every passing longing day
I feel no more relief to say