BMay 23, 2023Seasons changeSeasons change and I fumble my way after them. Never on beat, never on time, always a second off pace. I hesitate, stumble, run to catch up. Always at the nick of time, my timing is timed just right. Just enough. Content with just enough.
Seasons change and I fumble my way after them. Never on beat, never on time, always a second off pace. I hesitate, stumble, run to catch up. Always at the nick of time, my timing is timed just right. Just enough. Content with just enough.
soft launchSoft launch but not a slow start. Sure hands and a steady heart. I say your name in my head Make a space in your bed. You open the door...
Sunsets and lovers.Sunrises and covers. Sunsets and lovers. I wash the sheets to wash your smell out. I wish the day would erase more than just the night.
who is wounded?We are nothing. Existence is grey. Words cover my mouth But you do not leave it. If I pluck a blade of glass who is wounded?
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