Jul 2019
don't breathe to me
in the patterns that you tend to.
hold them in
and let them grow stale
blue in the cheeks
the worry in your eyes ensue
no more poison
as you breathe to me in braille
in the patterns that you tend to.
hold them in
and let them grow stale
blue in the cheeks
the worry in your eyes ensue
no more poison
as you breathe to me in braille
