Hannah Flowersmaking myself sick with sadness
reminiscing about us, about you
listening to the music you loved
i realized you're unhappy too.
i was going to send you a letter
just to ask if it's raining there too
but by now you must have realized
every word that i write is for you.
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh