xvii. artist. city of angels.
Maybe I just don’t understand My cards were dealt, can’t read the hand Connecting stars that don’t align I want them to work, say give it time
By tyler4 years ago in Poets
you'll be the death of me, I swear you've got me chained to the pain I hate you, but every time im down you're there for me
we live in a microwave society it’s like you’re not here if you’re not right in front of me like it isn’t real if it doesn’t happen instantly
The sky’s grey today Can’t help but think about how no one stays Distance between us just past fingertips Color fades away
Moons out again Sleeps my enemy Not my friend Left to my imagination Without a weapon Any protection Darkness thick like molasses