There are layers of clouds
Just like the layers of you
I thought the top was the top
But then I fell through
Lost in the haze of your insides
Can't walk away, or swallow my pride
Instead I beg
For the sunshine.
Written 11.3.10 @ 10:30 AM
(On the saddest flight home, and the day that changed everything.)
This is so good.
ReplyDeleteAww, thank you, Isa. <3
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