There's a heaviness to my bones,
A stillness to the air I'm breathing.
Everything aches,
my whole body wrung through and bruising.
but it feels pleasant,
This gravity weighing me down,
The heaviness in my eyes.
I think I'll simply rest, here in your arms.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
There's a heaviness to my bones,
A stillness to the air I'm breathing.
Everything aches,
my whole body wrung through and bruising.
but it feels pleasant,
This gravity weighing me down,
The heaviness in my eyes.
I think I'll simply rest, here in your arms.
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