It's been 5 years and I'm still trying to figure out where you are. Whether you're squirming in your own uterus or fishing for your heart in your own ovaries. For every feeling varies from time to time.
I'm sorry for you, that you took what was mine. I built an empire for you in the walls of my own heart, but you let it fall apart like sand grains falling into empty hands or a humid hug from a mother you miss, and a moist kiss from an aunt you hated becomes bliss.
Ignorance is bliss.
I'm sorry for you, that you took what was mine. I built an empire for you in the walls of my own heart, but you let it fall apart like sand grains falling into empty hands or a humid hug from a mother you miss, and a moist kiss from an aunt you hated becomes bliss.
Ignorance is bliss.