Jan 2015
Somewhere in the waking flood
there's a cell for making good
nothing hurts like breaking could
nothing hurts like aching blood
somewhere on unspoken scars
reality stabs like a smoking dart
nothing hurts like a token part
nothing hurts like a broken heart
there's a cell for making good
nothing hurts like breaking could
nothing hurts like aching blood
somewhere on unspoken scars
reality stabs like a smoking dart
nothing hurts like a token part
nothing hurts like a broken heart
I suffered two heart attacks a few days back, and I am trying to put the emotions into words.
