I wrung my chest of pain and spilled it on a paper.
I wrote of long lost loves
I wrote of dreams lost
I wrote of heart aches
And I sealed it with tears.
Yes I wrote because I could only feel so much before my dingy little body overflowed with pain.
I wrote of pain and I wrote of anguish.
Shall I write of happiness?
Not quite. We aren't acquainted yet you see. I only write of my friends and bedfellows
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
I wrung my chest of pain and spilled it on a paper.
I wrote of long lost loves
I wrote of dreams lost
I wrote of heart aches
And I sealed it with tears.
Yes I wrote because I could only feel so much before my dingy little body overflowed with pain.
I wrote of pain and I wrote of anguish.
Shall I write of happiness?
Not quite. We aren't acquainted yet you see. I only write of my friends and bedfellows