I’m trying to get you out of my fingers
on paper
Confused question marks
on paper
Confused question marks
stumble on ellipses
letters shrug their shoulders, they don’t know a thing
except that
I want to fall asleep on your collarbone
scatter myself on you like
supernova
You know that dying is only worth it when we leave a trace
Because in the end
surely
nothing is left
letters shrug their shoulders, they don’t know a thing
except that
I want to fall asleep on your collarbone
scatter myself on you like
supernova
You know that dying is only worth it when we leave a trace
Because in the end
surely
nothing is left
4 Comments
Danas bez pisanog traga nista,reci se gube u vremenu a cesto i ne saslusaju .
…ili bilo kog drugog traga.