In words forgotten
By those who knew
What it was like to dream
What it is like to bleed
Be gentle with yourself
Here in this world
Where quick silver tounges
And pretty eyes
Rule
Be gentle with yourself
A distant ships blare
Is no more than a morning cry
For those who lived
And never tried
Be gentle with your self
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
In words forgotten
By those who knew
What it was like to dream
What it is like to bleed
Be gentle with yourself
Here in this world
Where quick silver tounges
And pretty eyes
Rule
Be gentle with yourself
A distant ships blare
Is no more than a morning cry
For those who lived
And never tried
Be gentle with your self