Opaque...
When I am out of place
With all the things I feel
Cold and awake
Listless, restless
When you go, leave me still
In an empty place
Nothing fills your space
With all the things I feel
Cold and awake
Listless, restless
When you go, leave me still
In an empty place
Nothing fills your space
post by BD
2 Comments:
There is no space to fill, if there is no space emptied...
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
Post a Comment
BACK