Of course I want to be read She wrote that, I want it to be said I’ve got so many stories in my head Few I’m proud of, many I dread I lie down at night in my bed threading words worthy of a spread Oh, by the way, my name is not Zed
you reached me from behind i felt the weight of the grind i wanted to scream and i did in my mind not because i wasn't inclined it's just been a while we haven't twined where we were partially blind and yet perfectly aligned