Last week
When missing you burned
A hole in my heart
I invocated
Tried to manifest you
Into my arms
But at rozel point
Eyes dusted with salt
Body cold from the breeze
I uncontrollably bawled
Holding a placeholder shadow
In the pink glow alone
Healing's not always linear
Sometimes i just have to sink into the spiral
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest
2011 • The End of Something
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest
2011 • The End of Something
2011 • The End of Something
2011 • The End of Something
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest
2020 • If You Sit Really Really Quietly In The Forest