i do not have a way with words,
everything that I say
means nothing.
I have nothing to whisper
about the trees
or the waves
or the way you talk
with your eyes
or the way i spend
nights on nights on nights
burning away my insides
becoming what I fear
I knew I'd be
but this is me,
and this is all I know how to be.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
i do not have a way with words,
everything that I say
means nothing.
I have nothing to whisper
about the trees
or the waves
or the way you talk
with your eyes
or the way i spend
nights on nights on nights
burning away my insides
becoming what I fear
I knew I'd be
but this is me,
and this is all I know how to be.
