reaching for you
on the other side of this bed
shouldn’t feel like reaching for the stars
trying to fit orion
in the palm of my hand
and yet
my arms stretch
and my fists
close over nothing but air
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
reaching for you
on the other side of this bed
shouldn’t feel like reaching for the stars
trying to fit orion
in the palm of my hand
and yet
my arms stretch
and my fists
close over nothing but air
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