The days are short.
The nights, too long.
I miss you fiercely.
The nights, like hell.
I miss you, dreaming.
My hands are weeping.
I miss my joy.
My hands hold nothing.
My skin is paper.
My hands are numb.
My skin is old.
I cannot find you.
My skin makes tremors.
I cannot breathe.
I dream too much.
I dream you're mine.
My mind's a cage.
Where are you now?
My mind, of flora.
Where is the sun?
Where is my love?
What is my heart?
Who can I be?
What was your name?
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
The days are short.
The nights, too long.
I miss you fiercely.
The nights, like hell.
I miss you, dreaming.
My hands are weeping.
I miss my joy.
My hands hold nothing.
My skin is paper.
My hands are numb.
My skin is old.
I cannot find you.
My skin makes tremors.
I cannot breathe.
I dream too much.
I dream you're mine.
My mind's a cage.
Where are you now?
My mind, of flora.
Where is the sun?
Where is my love?
What is my heart?
Who can I be?
What was your name?