Dear gut,
What are your feelings?
Gut: soon,Me: soon?!
Gut: soon.
Me: Okay we'll play songs that signify changes are about to happen.
~Me
Move
No
I'd rather
Be shushed
Sleeping inside this whisper of
A useless melody
That will take me to h#$&
In my own arms
With my ability to withstand this
Clinging to the desire to Continue
because I "love him"