Pulled tight
Heart slumped in the middle
The strain is too great
It feels so like dead babies
If only I could sleep through fall
And wake up in winter
Making the strain nothing
But a distant memory
-Saschia
Pulled tight
Heart slumped in the middle
The strain is too great
It feels so like dead babies
If only I could sleep through fall
And wake up in winter
Making the strain nothing
But a distant memory
-Saschia
