You are my mirror me
You want what I want
There’s a back leaning against the old wallGradually sinking under the great weightWhich only it’s soul can see
Hissing winds screeched through the seeps of the window pane.
The library wasn’t as chilly as usual today and it was also very quiet. So, i joyfully got myself settled down…
you are inebriated
stumbling on thesidewalk of your lifeswinging your tragedy
Breaking my own heartwide open on the hard rockof another’s pain.