There’s a shiver in my spine that mimics the wind of the day you first left me.
I can hear a curve in my voice against the walls and I know it only hits them because you’re not standing in the way.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There’s a shiver in my spine that mimics the wind of the day you first left me.
I can hear a curve in my voice against the walls and I know it only hits them because you’re not standing in the way.