dear don’t you see?
the more things you unpack
the harder it is to leave.
you’ve left behind so many things
i can’t possibly begin to clean
you flow through my viens
you’re the oxygen i breathe.
how will these dry bones carry me
if you decide to leave?
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
dear don’t you see?
the more things you unpack
the harder it is to leave.
you’ve left behind so many things
i can’t possibly begin to clean
you flow through my viens
you’re the oxygen i breathe.
how will these dry bones carry me
if you decide to leave?
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