Feb 2018
a crow screams
words of sorrow
pouring its thoughts
into one screech
interpreted as violence
you scream
words of hate
your voice
echoing in my head
like a drop of blood
into still water
don’t go
words of sorrow
pouring its thoughts
into one screech
interpreted as violence
you scream
words of hate
your voice
echoing in my head
like a drop of blood
into still water
don’t go
this is nothing this is meant to be nothing this is madness and anger and regret and frustration and i’m sorry blake
