my hands are cold you said
i laid there looking at the ceiling,
focusing on my breathing.
i feel dead.
the weight of emerald sighs,
cast out from my throat like
last goodbyes,
I swear i’m wearing white
but you all look so good in black.
my hands are cold you said
i laid there looking at the ceiling,
focusing on my breathing.
i feel dead.
the weight of emerald sighs,
cast out from my throat like
last goodbyes,
I swear i’m wearing white
but you all look so good in black.
