In the moment
...And lived happily ever after, The end, But are we really going to pretend, Like we don’t feel pain from within, With our hands held high before the chaplain,
By Brandon Harding6 years ago in Poets
Tell me, Do you think you compel me, To dwell on mistakes, That I’ve made then erased, People always tell me that it’s never too late,
Erratic bass sends waves of vibration through my veins, As each breath takes me deeper and deeper, I slip and fall into a pool of exotic illumination,