God
I want to be a god
As she prays she
Cries and she whispers “ why did the gods die, the immortal…” and something I can’t quite hear, it's too quiet, it feels feathery soft
I know what...
Baby blue skies
I remember
The baby blue skies resting against your face
It’s so soft and
This is the last moment before you’re
Gone
But you seem so happy I wonder
Why
Your voice,...
