Jun 2020
“Oh, my useless tries!”
I cry out into the night,
And the sobs fill the streets.
For I am unable to create
Anything that reaches
Your bones,
Nothing that touches
Your soul.
I cry out into the night,
And the sobs fill the streets.
For I am unable to create
Anything that reaches
Your bones,
Nothing that touches
Your soul.
In your presence, I’ll always feel powerless.
