i can’t speak these words, but i can write them.
all is dead,
all is gone.
she was the air
inside my lungs.
now I’m paralyzed,
staring up in the night,
and nothing i could right
could help you understand my life
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
i can’t speak these words, but i can write them.
all is dead,
all is gone.
she was the air
inside my lungs.
now I’m paralyzed,
staring up in the night,
and nothing i could right
could help you understand my life
