Jun 2018
it whispers, it pesters, it torments
I brush, it remains
I heave, it grows
an ache, an age
I speak, don’t behave
no eyes, no future
still, I hate Her
I brush, it remains
I heave, it grows
an ache, an age
I speak, don’t behave
no eyes, no future
still, I hate Her
Greater hurt afterwards...
