published on: 2015-12-31 13:06:50
A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she
I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain
People change and people keep change and we keep paying ticket
You, with your hands full of Earth and your head full of rainfall.
We make believe that even our tongues are bulletproof, as if
We walk around carrying Closed signs around our necks while we