I can hear it in your voice.
Tiptoeing,
on the edge of trembling.
Eyes,
tearing at my flesh.
Minds,
racing into oblivion.
Grudges,
preventing absence.
I sit in the shadows.
In the backseat.
Of a 97' Chevy Cheyenne.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
I can hear it in your voice.
Tiptoeing,
on the edge of trembling.
Eyes,
tearing at my flesh.
Minds,
racing into oblivion.
Grudges,
preventing absence.
I sit in the shadows.
In the backseat.
Of a 97' Chevy Cheyenne.
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