Sep 2015
if i tried to predict the future
if i gazed into a crystal ball
i would see nothing but my sutures
and hear not a hopeful call
my shipwrecked bones will shatter
my heart will fragment and fall
but through the former and the latter
i'll make sure nobody knows it all
if i gazed into a crystal ball
i would see nothing but my sutures
and hear not a hopeful call
my shipwrecked bones will shatter
my heart will fragment and fall
but through the former and the latter
i'll make sure nobody knows it all
i never thought i'd be the one writing emo poetry about falling apart on the inside. i also never thought it would be this hard to find rhymes for 'future'.
