When you can't figure out how to breathe
And there's a lump of sadness in your throat
And the words just won't come
Your crying just won't stop
And you wish for peace of mind
Freedom
You just can't figure it out
tied to the land
Just please don't go
Maybe I can't fight
Down,down deeper and down
Maybe I can't run
Don't leave me with the demons
Because the the darkness will bite
The apocalypse is almost over
The sky might breathe
And who knows?
Maybe birds will sing again
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I bring you words
PoesíaA collection of poems, a grouping of words. Lovely cover by @VinylLights Winner of the Pyschiadelic Awards poetry category
