The airwaves live in the day.
What they whisper,
I cannot say,
but what I know
is that when they go
their message will live on in my head.
And what's in my head
should not be said
and when the night ends
all that will be found
is a life I could not fit my arms around.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
The airwaves live in the day.
What they whisper,
I cannot say,
but what I know
is that when they go
their message will live on in my head.
And what's in my head
should not be said
and when the night ends
all that will be found
is a life I could not fit my arms around.
this is the first thing i've written in a while. please be kind.
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