Sep 2014
Scrawling drawings in bone coins,
desperately attempt to pull you from a hole of
skipping heart and
tightening chest.
My pen is crooked,
my lines are numb,
and I'm wishing you were awake.
desperately attempt to pull you from a hole of
skipping heart and
tightening chest.
My pen is crooked,
my lines are numb,
and I'm wishing you were awake.
