Sep 24
Carrying empty voices
time and time again
felled to the bone
deeper in unwelcome arms
wanting to die
forgotten to the wastes
searching for counterpoints
kept alive by love defined by you
time and time again
felled to the bone
deeper in unwelcome arms
wanting to die
forgotten to the wastes
searching for counterpoints
kept alive by love defined by you
The older I become the more I realize I am not the man I wish I had become. I didn't become the husband I wanted nor the father. I am hoping to continue trying. My father didn't have any love for me, I wish to change the narrative.
