i walked the feeling
reaching the end of the path
i wasn't ready to let it go
i could drown in the pits of hell
if it meant i could wallow
in your calm sea for a while
but these are words you'll never hear
not from me
how can i live not knowing
your touch?
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 12:25 PM UTC
i walked the feeling
reaching the end of the path
i wasn't ready to let it go
i could drown in the pits of hell
if it meant i could wallow
in your calm sea for a while
but these are words you'll never hear
not from me
how can i live not knowing
your touch?
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