Shores
Weak Trees
It should be electric, not some same old coldLo and behold, milquetoastSo delusional together, so perfect, so farWhen self preservation takes over the starsLike patchwork to hide multitudes of sinsAngles and attitudeSympathy aside, the frozen grinIt is absence we need throughAnd you can’t always find the take where it liesThe truth, in time, it tries to be kind.
From Letras Mania