Wind spits my tears on the window
pain
Crashing sounds of thunder light my
heart
I think of all the things I tried to say to
myself
And all the times I drank and
stopped
Were we fishes we could go swimmingly
out
Hunting warmer
air
But we are what we don’t
think
Because we know what we don’t
hear
When voices clash in my
space
And the songs strip my soul
bare
Great post 😁
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