My hate is bigger than my love tonight,
Delaying anxiety attacks,
I write about rooms,
Many of them,
All filled with loneliness, sugar and disconnection.
One is whispering,
“Call it whatever you want but please call it.”
The other is mixing purple
with yellow,
Finding the many possible ways,
“Keep it burning”
He said.
Delaying anxiety attacks,
I write about rooms,
Many of them,
All filled with loneliness, sugar and disconnection.
One is whispering,
“Call it whatever you want but please call it.”
The other is mixing purple
with yellow,
Finding the many possible ways,
“Keep it burning”
He said.