the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey
and I feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way
I smoke and I drink
and every time I blink
I have a tiny dream
but as bad as I am
I'm proud of the fact
that I'm worse than I seem
regretfully
I guess I've only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
-Grey🎶
Ani DiFranco
ESTÁS LEYENDO
La melancólica muerte de mi alma
Non-FictionY yo me cubro, yo me envuelvo, me mezo en mi nostalgia preferida, me abrazo a la almohada y lloro, me avergüenzo de mi edad y no comprendo por qué, tan de repente, ya no soy una niña.. A. Pizarnik ☾
