My mind runs empty
for the words that I
wish to whisper
into you unhearing ears
Yet, I do not need
words to give you
comfort in your nights
when your enemy is your mind
I only need to hold you
with the tremble of
my calloused fingertips
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
My mind runs empty
for the words that I
wish to whisper
into you unhearing ears
Yet, I do not need
words to give you
comfort in your nights
when your enemy is your mind
I only need to hold you
with the tremble of
my calloused fingertips
