Aug 2019
On quiet little corners turned
And freshly folded blackened ink
Beneath pillows raspy, hands left grasping
And above all thoughts which were recently freed
There are pages stating and there is change
As there is fire waiting for the freedom to be
Pleasnt quiet little corners turned
Burn
Though you once had held a candle to me
And freshly folded blackened ink
Beneath pillows raspy, hands left grasping
And above all thoughts which were recently freed
There are pages stating and there is change
As there is fire waiting for the freedom to be
Pleasnt quiet little corners turned
Burn
Though you once had held a candle to me
This one is about all of the old letters and notes from my various exs. Just one of many options. Truly at peace regardless.
