Wednesday 12th April 2017 at 21:33
Death. It feels like death.
Like zinc in my mouth
Like lead through my veins,
Knowing exactly where to find you
But not knowing how to
Like memories weighing down
a corner of my conscience
Because that's all I'll allow you
Death. It feels like death.
Like zinc in my mouth
Like lead through my veins,
Knowing exactly where to find you
But not knowing how to
Like memories weighing down
a corner of my conscience
Because that's all I'll allow you
An inch of my heart.
Thursday 6th April 2017 at 17:06
I've divvied up our assets,
Here, two for you, none for me.
Here's the flower you never gave
Here's a kiss that lingered too long.
In a box our memories...
I have none that match yours.
No comments:
Post a Comment