I wish this cold warmth of assurance could've been shared.
I hoped that you would've come along, as whole as you were.
((As thick as this lead is, my genuinity was for it all.))
But now, as thin and fading my writing becomes
I've become similar, with soul truly bare
And heart, flushed with actual sunlight.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
I wish this cold warmth of assurance could've been shared.
I hoped that you would've come along, as whole as you were.
((As thick as this lead is, my genuinity was for it all.))
But now, as thin and fading my writing becomes
I've become similar, with soul truly bare
And heart, flushed with actual sunlight.
Intermission between wake - sleep - dream - sleep - wake.
10th of February, 2018.
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