Jan 2016
i can’t speak these words, but i can write them.
all is dead,
all is gone.
she was the air
inside my lungs.
now I’m paralyzed,
staring up in the night,
and nothing i could right
could help you understand *my life
all is dead,
all is gone.
she was the air
inside my lungs.
now I’m paralyzed,
staring up in the night,
and nothing i could right
could help you understand *my life
