Jan 2021
unbeknownst to oceans,
the clouds they reflect
are their souls.
i scratch your endless names
into my wretched heart;
what is darkness anyway?
you'll be ok because you are already.
you'll see.
the clouds they reflect
are their souls.
i scratch your endless names
into my wretched heart;
what is darkness anyway?
you'll be ok because you are already.
you'll see.
