Jul 2015
there they go.
my heart swells,
all so very sour,
as if my wings were cut off,
as if a fish out of water,
if anything else were to sing of this feelings,
it would be this hole in my chest,
and the urge to cry.
my heart swells,
all so very sour,
as if my wings were cut off,
as if a fish out of water,
if anything else were to sing of this feelings,
it would be this hole in my chest,
and the urge to cry.
partings are so bittersweet.
i wish i could say good bye till it be morrow,
in hopes that i would see you again tomorrow.
i wish i could say good bye till it be morrow,
in hopes that i would see you again tomorrow.
(Port Swettenham)
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