Jan 22
I don't believe you when you say
that your hands are tied.
I don't believe you when you say
that your hands don't have holes in them.
That the sand doesn't slowly pour out through the cracks between your fingers.
...
π π΄π©π°πΆππ₯'π·π¦ π¬π―π°πΈπ―...
when you asked me
to hand you my soul,
that the depths of its love,
your hands, π°πΌππΉπ± π»πΌπ π΅πΌπΉπ±.
...
βͺοΈ mica light βͺοΈ
that your hands are tied.
I don't believe you when you say
that your hands don't have holes in them.
That the sand doesn't slowly pour out through the cracks between your fingers.
...
π π΄π©π°πΆππ₯'π·π¦ π¬π―π°πΈπ―...
when you asked me
to hand you my soul,
that the depths of its love,
your hands, π°πΌππΉπ± π»πΌπ π΅πΌπΉπ±.
...
βͺοΈ mica light βͺοΈ
