Walking on your every breath,
can I taste you upon I...
On the promenade of your
words.
It's a long walk,
but I take every step slowly.
As I'm the only one here
listening to
what you say to I.
I've spoken to you,
but its like my breath is a ghost
of falseness,
and you either
don't want to see or ignore I.
How can it be that I wonder
upon you,
yet I'm not worth the stride to see
what my words mean to I.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
Walking on your every breath,
can I taste you upon I...
On the promenade of your
words.
It's a long walk,
but I take every step slowly.
As I'm the only one here
listening to
what you say to I.
I've spoken to you,
but its like my breath is a ghost
of falseness,
and you either
don't want to see or ignore I.
How can it be that I wonder
upon you,
yet I'm not worth the stride to see
what my words mean to I.
