Jul 2018
It sits in my chest.
I wish I could say it was heavy,
But it flutters about as it aches.
It feels like a ******* wound to my soul
And cold snow in my shoes
As it seeps into my bones.
I wish I could say it was heavy,
But it flutters about as it aches.
It feels like a ******* wound to my soul
And cold snow in my shoes
As it seeps into my bones.
