The distance between joy and hell
Is all the words left unsaid.
The lilacs left dead
Inside you head
Are the nightmares that you tend
To forget.
It is those battered hearts that beat
The hardest under the glow of
This autumn moon.
Don't hide.
Glow.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
The distance between joy and hell
Is all the words left unsaid.
The lilacs left dead
Inside you head
Are the nightmares that you tend
To forget.
It is those battered hearts that beat
The hardest under the glow of
This autumn moon.
Don't hide.
Glow.
