our hearts, they're connected
something that no one else would understand
that day when i slipped away
you reached, and grabbed my hand
you wouldn't let me slip away
and i'll forever love you for that
but you kindly slipped through my fingers
im sorry i couldn't return the favor back
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
