I’ve been meeting the death of all my ideals stripping meaning with ends that always reveal a freely speaking bet you’d never deal your hand holding what let you almost conceal a fate waiting the deck’s cards like peels slowly falling off the dying tree leaves blowing seasons slipping into forgetting like all the memories…
Tag: death
solitary
I’m a rubberband feeling good to bad from up and down the length of you that’s me looking back in what I perceive and then stretching beyond the fretting breathing through the devastating once again cruelty came back to me with the face of my shame a burning seed humiliating me as I react to…