No matter how far
our two bodies are
may our bygone hearts yet synch
stuck on things you would wear
and the dying we share
as we stay up at night while we think
do you hate how I feel?
both alone hardly healed
No matter how far
our two bodies are
from our vacant home this may
from buds roses seep
but dried from the heat
petals fall from their life long home suite
none were plucked
none were safe
loves me not either way.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
No matter how far
our two bodies are
may our bygone hearts yet synch
stuck on things you would wear
and the dying we share
as we stay up at night while we think
do you hate how I feel?
both alone hardly healed
No matter how far
our two bodies are
from our vacant home this may
from buds roses seep
but dried from the heat
petals fall from their life long home suite
none were plucked
none were safe
loves me not either way.
