Jul 2020
your head buried in the grains,
icy waves rush over slapping reality into you,
forcing you further into the sand.
you say you feel "pain without hope"
then let me be that hope
icy waves rush over slapping reality into you,
forcing you further into the sand.
you say you feel "pain without hope"
then let me be that hope
the sharp slap of reality doesn't always fix your problems
a sequel to 'let me in'
a sequel to 'let me in'
