I hope my bird crashes,
And turn me into nothing—
nothing, but dust and ashes.
And force me out of my senses.
And rob me out of my existence.
I'm lost forever
to the sea;
to the waves;
to the salt;
to the blue.
Take me in,
I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
