And as we head in that way
Where the sun has begun
to fall asleep
I wonder how your night went
If your dreams whispered of the sins
I laced in your heart
Or whether my blanket of thorns
kept you from breathing at all.
And as you ask about my hands
of why they smelt of blood ,
whiskey and guilt
*I laugh
I laugh at the silence.*
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
And as we head in that way
Where the sun has begun
to fall asleep
I wonder how your night went
If your dreams whispered of the sins
I laced in your heart
Or whether my blanket of thorns
kept you from breathing at all.
And as you ask about my hands
of why they smelt of blood ,
whiskey and guilt
*I laugh
I laugh at the silence.*