måndag 28 juni 2021

the fragile type


love is a verb is what i heard 
but i have never had a feeling of concern
like when i fell out my wheelchair and into  that carrier
i got that harry potter scar as a reminder of that gentler and kinder
time when you pick me up like a wand and cover it with make up
never felt so hard , heaven caught me - twice but you embrace me with your wings
did you knew you voice sound like , harmonica and strings and i cant get how you made feeling 
like i apprichiated of being living 

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