Sep 2016
There is an ache
That sits in my chest
When I read your poetry
I sit long
Trying to wrap
My arms around
Something
Want so badly
To soothe an ache
Yours
Or mine
And so I sit
That sits in my chest
When I read your poetry
I sit long
Trying to wrap
My arms around
Something
Want so badly
To soothe an ache
Yours
Or mine
And so I sit
