I’m not sure anyone cares
Let alone if anyone reads
Surely there’s better things to do
Than to wade between my weeds
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m not sure anyone cares
Let alone if anyone reads
Surely there’s better things to do
Than to wade between my weeds
I’d
lose
days
inside
those
icy blue
eyesCut
glass
on
those
taut
cheek
bonesI’d
listen
all
night
to your
passionate
criesAnd
love
you
down
to
your
bones