Do me this favor
Just for nowwon rof tsuJ
You don’t have to stick around
But just be by me through this
I’m fragile -not for much longer-
But for now
I wish you could see the words, silken like skin on muscle, on bone, on soul
So much more than what we know
Chew them like lunch
I’d like to take them out
I imagine a stairwell
Twisting sharp and cold
A song we don’t quite know
Downstairs you find
those who never say goodbye
Outside the dirt keeps drying
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC
Do me this favor
Just for nowwon rof tsuJ
You don’t have to stick around
But just be by me through this
I’m fragile -not for much longer-
But for now
I wish you could see the words, silken like skin on muscle, on bone, on soul
So much more than what we know
Chew them like lunch
I’d like to take them out
I imagine a stairwell
Twisting sharp and cold
A song we don’t quite know
Downstairs you find
those who never say goodbye
Outside the dirt keeps drying
I was so brave through all this.
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