Jul 2018
another restless night is spent
tearing through my listless day
an Angel from above was sent
she speaks in some uncommon way
our younger selves would never leave
a status quo i cant achieve
this Death is far too old to grieve
we’ve placed our bets—
now who will pay?
tearing through my listless day
an Angel from above was sent
she speaks in some uncommon way
our younger selves would never leave
a status quo i cant achieve
this Death is far too old to grieve
we’ve placed our bets—
now who will pay?
I think too much and I can’t sleep, so I tried writing down my train of thought and this is the byproduct. So here you go. It’s your problem now. Happy birthday.
