My phone is at the bottom of the river
Along with the letters
I wrote to you
I pray that the water
Washes away
The words that hurt
To say out loud
I'm too proud
I'll let my ego
Drown my doubts
And
You'll sift through
My filthy clothes
Drenched with woven
Uneven patterns
stitched
By
You.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
My phone is at the bottom of the river
Along with the letters
I wrote to you
I pray that the water
Washes away
The words that hurt
To say out loud
I'm too proud
I'll let my ego
Drown my doubts
And
You'll sift through
My filthy clothes
Drenched with woven
Uneven patterns
stitched
By
You.
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