pry open the wall of my past
maybe you'll see what no one
else wanted too,
But she's cemented to this corner,
where a hundred knocks per hour
finally becomes those empty
whimpers repeating thank you
I love the visual of falling in this. The words just sending chills down my spine.
Hey smile, I am sure everything will be better. I am sorry for everything that is going on. I admire that you can still write even going through something like that.
i thank you very kindly, i know things will get better
just have to wait.
Hey, don't leave. I get what you're going through right now, but you make amazing artwork. You should stay.
That last stanza is so beautifully somber. I love this.