I placed my shaking hand
I placed my shaking hand over the pain of the fresh wound upon my chest. Stranded in the pit I'd fallen into, overwhelmed by the...
I placed my shaking hand
I am commonly told
After wiping the sweat from my palms
The roof reached high above the entrance
As I sit inside twenty
I found you again
My writing's gotten lousier
The clutter of my mind
As the final string broke
I looked at you
The appearance of my penciled outline
He sits quiet in my head
I thought that you would paint me beautiful