
(note: i didn't take this. if it isn't blatantly obvious that i am not nearly skilled enough ha)
you're bored of cheering me up.
bored of calming me down.
bored of drying my eyes.
but there once was a time when you were the one.
you were the blue of the sky, you came after the storm.
you were the switch on the wall,
in the dark of the hall,
i'm still fumbling for.
1 comment:
tired words leave a resonant ache, spiced with a flashbulb pop of fury... is life messing with you, dear one?
can i recommend - "Passing Afternoon," by Iron and Wine.
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