Let us speak of heartbreak, in old memories. Gifts ungiven – spirits scattered across the asphalt. Familiar sorrows, drowned in weeping. Weak younger selves, Unhardened and drowning in feeling. Let us mourn them.
Histories.
Let us speak of heartbreak, in old memories. Gifts ungiven – spirits scattered across the asphalt. Familiar sorrows, drowned in weeping. Weak younger selves, Unhardened and drowning in feeling. Let us mourn them.
