"Show me shapes, spiral lines I can't translate; Leave your mark, felt tip pen: your tag, my chest"
Read Moremusic monday
in music
"Show me shapes, spiral lines I can't translate; Leave your mark, felt tip pen: your tag, my chest"
Read More"Remember when you lost your shit and; Drove the car into the garden?; You got out and said, "Iām sorry"; To the vines and no one saw it"
Read More"she came singing my name, sounded like rain on the mountain where I burn alive; Young flame burn soft as a candle lit between our two hearts just beats apart in the dark"
Read More"It's you I ask now; Stirring my indulgent sentiment; Don't, don't, stare; You so might as well; Be un-done; Lay low"
Read More"you're allowed to be what you could; curse the things that made me sad for so long; yeah, it hurts to think that they can still go on"