We could make it, but you fell faster.
Not for me, but for her.
We could make it, but you were both captured with a band.
We could have made it,
but the timing was off.
YOU ARE READING
Achlys (Poetic Pain)
PoetryBroken words, From the broken lips, Of a broken poet. Hearts do break over here. (Cover by L_A_JOY)
Disconnected.
We could make it, but you fell faster.
Not for me, but for her.
We could make it, but you were both captured with a band.
We could have made it,
but the timing was off.
