I should write a song about it. Every tear shed. Every sigh sighed. Every person met. Every person touched; now that's special.
--even a short song. I feel like my slow loss of connection with music and words, the closing of a gateway, is the reason things hurt so bad.
My heartbeat slows, and I wonder if I should turn the lights off now...
--even a short song. I feel like my slow loss of connection with music and words, the closing of a gateway, is the reason things hurt so bad.
My heartbeat slows, and I wonder if I should turn the lights off now...