Aug 2018
As your tapestries collapse and crumble inside
Watch the bloodied paint flake off your heart
Don’t brush away the ink pooling in your eyes
Stand aside as they applaud your art
Watch the bloodied paint flake off your heart
Don’t brush away the ink pooling in your eyes
Stand aside as they applaud your art
a million thoughts inside my head
I feel things I'll never show
a thousand things I never said
a thousand things you'll never know.
I feel things I'll never show
a thousand things I never said
a thousand things you'll never know.
(19/F/bermuda triangle)
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