Feb 2019
closed doors
no sense of light
put your hand on mine
when cracks form
color will pour through
your head on my shoulder
a foot more or two
making out shapes
you kiss me
and the door breaks
no sense of light
put your hand on mine
when cracks form
color will pour through
your head on my shoulder
a foot more or two
making out shapes
you kiss me
and the door breaks
this is about my first girlfriend and how it felt to be dragged out of the closet
