six seventeen
morning
I've exhausted
all the options
just for this to stay.
split second
high noon
The eyes
are the first
to lose their way.
sorry sighs
dusk
The heart then
loses its place
in the dance.
six seventeen
mourning
How does it feel like
to never give
something a chance?
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
six seventeen
morning
I've exhausted
all the options
just for this to stay.
split second
high noon
The eyes
are the first
to lose their way.
sorry sighs
dusk
The heart then
loses its place
in the dance.
six seventeen
mourning
How does it feel like
to never give
something a chance?
