Empty Edmond

Heavy breath in my head,

Whispering I’ll never qualify,

All my hopes and dreams die,

Always a bit short,

It isn’t true, still I color thoughts in blue,

Am I weak, just tired, spoiled, dreadfully expired,



Grace, please.


Going to everything else,

Instead of the love I left,

Expecting change,

Experiencing pain,

This isn’t correct, desperate need to reflect, my focus on successive slippery targets,



Grace, please

Grace, please.

Music that helps keep my mind on things above. Via Spotify.
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