writingevermore
writing for the thrill of it
writingevermore
writing for the thrill of it
writing for the thrill of it
writing for the thrill of it
no one is going to send an ambulance
when your heart breaks
only if your bones do or if you're bleeding out
when we realize that no one is going to come
we break our own limbs
and make ourselves bleed
we feel we need to make the interior
reflect the exterior
in hopes that
possibly then they'll dispatch the ambulance
maybe then they'll believe our words
that are pouring out of our souls
when we ...
if i weren't with You
i don't know how i would survive
i could break in two
or i could thrive
however i doubt its the latter
i doubt its the latter
because i hope
because You hear my sullen lullabies
or because it doesn't matter
whatever it is
i wouldn't be able to live
i would spend the rest of my days sitting
in denial
for You
even if You weren't coming...