Me to the ground
As your scream
Like clouds that cling to my
I thought the begining of this year had left my spirit but I feel like I have just pulled back the past and wrapped it over my back like an old wooly jumper that smells like burnt out fire embers.
I keep dreaming of the people. Why am I so overcome by my own emotion even though I removed the past life. And now you blow around like smoke, weaving across my heart
And I hold tight onto the flesh to make sure the beat is there.....
When will you fold away into the dark......
Defined by my