Heartbeat
Racing pressure
Under my fingers
Good God I'm tired
Loaded
Bullets ready
It wasn't me
Drown
Down in the shadows
Deeper then our last talk
Blaming
It won't get you far
Push me away, ok
Toxic
I guess it was me
Radio silence
I miss our last talk
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
Heartbeat
Racing pressure
Under my fingers
Good God I'm tired
Loaded
Bullets ready
It wasn't me
Drown
Down in the shadows
Deeper then our last talk
Blaming
It won't get you far
Push me away, ok
Toxic
I guess it was me
Radio silence
I miss our last talk
I wrote 2 poems about this, but the other one's overwhelming so here's this. It's calmer, I think.
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