Aug 2015
in the forest
my heart hangs heavy away from you
the light pushing it toward all four corners
of the earth
your hands reach out
but it hangs, motionless
who am i to say that this will end?
my heart hangs heavy away from you
the light pushing it toward all four corners
of the earth
your hands reach out
but it hangs, motionless
who am i to say that this will end?
