You are not here
though you are breathing beside me,
in the hole I have dug from dream to reality,
stitching the wound to stop my mind bleeding;
reminding me to breathe easily.
You fill it up when you are not with me;
but you are not here,
you are not with me.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
You are not here
though you are breathing beside me,
in the hole I have dug from dream to reality,
stitching the wound to stop my mind bleeding;
reminding me to breathe easily.
You fill it up when you are not with me;
but you are not here,
you are not with me.
