Jul 2020
the warmth of the tear
falling on my cheek
scattered light, wandering feet
a shadow in the empty street.
the rise of my chest
staring at the darkness
on my own, still i
feel like i'm home.
falling on my cheek
scattered light, wandering feet
a shadow in the empty street.
the rise of my chest
staring at the darkness
on my own, still i
feel like i'm home.
