that was you;
and how your voice never silent and your yells sweetened and how it made me feel so little, and
how your being found me unsafe and your sorry that came away and how it made me perfectly dead
and i am no poet;
to curse you with words to glorify you on a paper
and keep it in a box, i
wont let the fool in me becomes
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
that was you;
and how your voice never silent and your yells sweetened and how it made me feel so little, and
how your being found me unsafe and your sorry that came away and how it made me perfectly dead
and i am no poet;
to curse you with words to glorify you on a paper
and keep it in a box, i
wont let the fool in me becomes
