There’s a tragedy, a hymn for the lost in each and every one of your words, but you know n one else can hear it through the brilliance of your smile. You’re drowning, slowly sinking, every breath a tragedy in the making. You are not living.
There’s a tragedy, a hymn for the lost in each and every one of your words, but you know n one else can hear it through the brilliance of your smile. You’re drowning, slowly sinking, every breath a tragedy in the making. You are not living.