Sink feathered fingers into my ribs
Grasp tight a hold of my heart.
Slowly I seek summer in your eyes
Searching for you are art
My longing lungs will breathe for
You
Blinking you look
Away.
But I have grave news for
You.
I’ll love you
Anyway.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Sink feathered fingers into my ribs
Grasp tight a hold of my heart.
Slowly I seek summer in your eyes
Searching for you are art
My longing lungs will breathe for
You
Blinking you look
Away.
But I have grave news for
You.
I’ll love you
Anyway.