My arms are sore from trying to reach out to you
The stillness of being loved and ignored
You’ve said you can’t pick up signals
But they are all that I have left
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC
My arms are sore from trying to reach out to you
The stillness of being loved and ignored
You’ve said you can’t pick up signals
But they are all that I have left