Jan 2018
Traced eyes with circles,
and a headache, he forgot
all he used to be
replacing nights with
sobbing, he took all he had
and soon went missing
A backpack full of
his blighted heart, taking the
corruption away
Scattering it on
the beach, the tides replaced them
with nothing but shells-
and a headache, he forgot
all he used to be
replacing nights with
sobbing, he took all he had
and soon went missing
A backpack full of
his blighted heart, taking the
corruption away
Scattering it on
the beach, the tides replaced them
with nothing but shells-
It's like a story. he leaves with a broken heart, scatters the pieces on the beach, and they're replaced with nature.
(22/Gender Fluid/GA)
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