Always, like sunsets.
I’d love to say that
Love is fair. I’d love to say
She’s kind. I’d love to…
Lines of broken glass
cannot be glued together.
Heart mirrors phone screen.
the radio saysit’s the coldest winter ofa generation.
Sigh, my heart pain criesTears stream, I ask myself why You left, no goodbye
braved new world of lovetook a chance while sun still…
I take the photoOf the night we left us withThe bokeh of tears
Shower music dullsmy sobs. Emotions guttering, mix’dwith Lorde’s alternatives.