Sep 28
At the cusp of something.
Perfect silence.
Almost like I'm six feet under.
More like six hundred miles away from you.
Will she ever know of me?
Against all odds, not likely.
I fold myself as if to be-
Stillborn upon delivery.
Perfect silence.
Almost like I'm six feet under.
More like six hundred miles away from you.
Will she ever know of me?
Against all odds, not likely.
I fold myself as if to be-
Stillborn upon delivery.
Some nights I regret every minute I spent deciding what mistake to make.
Many such I've made...
Such as letting one like you slip away.
Many such I've made...
Such as letting one like you slip away.
