You left too early to grant me personal wisdom, but left enough of a trail to guide my thoughts. These words are written with you in mind, your eyes seeming to know these words before I write them myself. Your birds and your nature are held behind my eye sockets with the undertones of drugs and fear. King of Lizards.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
You left too early to grant me personal wisdom, but left enough of a trail to guide my thoughts. These words are written with you in mind, your eyes seeming to know these words before I write them myself. Your birds and your nature are held behind my eye sockets with the undertones of drugs and fear. King of Lizards.
