Photo by Jordan Biagomala
oh how I loved you
and thought I could see through
but now I'm torn into
all the fucking things I see inside you.
oh how I knew how I wanted to be
curious of the light I could see
but it was just a reality
distant like this voice coming out of me.
creeping back down low
far from everywhere I've found hope
I’m singing through my sorrow
facing demons of tomorrow.
when will I be free? (again)
when will I see the key? (again)
there is something locked deep in me
I think it’s love, my deity.
so slow on down now
i'm done fighting and have the crown
don’t think of this as profound
like those eyes I treasured without bound.
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