Nov 2023
this highway is eternal,
and your hands are so temporary,
so small and delicate compared to mine.
the sound of rain on the roof
is nothing compared to my thrumming heart.
a hummingbird only lives 5 years, at most.
and your hands are so temporary,
so small and delicate compared to mine.
the sound of rain on the roof
is nothing compared to my thrumming heart.
a hummingbird only lives 5 years, at most.
when I die, bury me in a cardboard box in your backyard,
and sing me that Elton John song before you shovel the last bit of dirt over me.
and sing me that Elton John song before you shovel the last bit of dirt over me.
(17/Cis/:))
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