My lungs are sighing up a storm,
lips lightning-lined and
lonely
a constant reminder
that even with all this thunder
in my chest
I was never strong enough
to hold on to you.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
My lungs are sighing up a storm,
lips lightning-lined and
lonely
a constant reminder
that even with all this thunder
in my chest
I was never strong enough
to hold on to you.
