I always write letters when I am uncertain of whether or not you are worthy of my pain.
I guess it's not really pain but I'm going with the flow of my heart.
Letting the words unfold on themselves to see if the natural waves up and come and crash smoothly like the ocean does.
You make me feel un-special
like nothing was official.
I mean it wasn't
I know
I mean isn't
And there's nothing really
That I fancy about you dearly
It's just the spotlight
When things are sticky and you're alright. So bright and so light
How can I avoid
How do I stop noise
June 28, 2015, 5:26 AM
No comments:
Post a Comment