Sep 2015
Drowning,
Is what it feels like.
The words we shout,
Heavy like concrete,
Tied around our ankles.
We'll hold each other,
As
we
sink.
Gasping out "I'm sorry",
With our last breath.
Is what it feels like.
The words we shout,
Heavy like concrete,
Tied around our ankles.
We'll hold each other,
As
we
sink.
Gasping out "I'm sorry",
With our last breath.
