Patience sings to me like a musician to her audience
But I am no audience in awe
And time, like you, has never been mine.
It seeps through my open palm
And I lose each day
A piece of us
...
~Chance... be mine~
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 7:33 AM UTC
Patience sings to me like a musician to her audience
But I am no audience in awe
And time, like you, has never been mine.
It seeps through my open palm
And I lose each day
A piece of us
...
~Chance... be mine~
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