The slow unfurling of you
My rapid decline.
Bide my time. Bide my time.
You’re a dime a dozen.
I suppose I should go.
Where though?
I’m definitely not broken.
Just a little bruise.
You try you lose.
Stop trying.
© Slumpless
Advertisements
The slow unfurling of you
My rapid decline.
Bide my time. Bide my time.
You’re a dime a dozen.
I suppose I should go.
Where though?
I’m definitely not broken.
Just a little bruise.
You try you lose.
Stop trying.
© Slumpless
