i know there’s something you won’t say
an ache that weighs you down
i can see it in the moments you aren’t pretending
it’s fleeting
receding
self
he never says goodnight
but always means ‘good morning’
M.
i know there’s something you won’t say
an ache that weighs you down
i can see it in the moments you aren’t pretending
it’s fleeting
receding
self
he never says goodnight
but always means ‘good morning’
M.
