weathered forgets
aches and yawns
bloomed from restless undressed arms
the lungs youre wearing inside out
between bedless broken doubt
in your sleep
will still breathe
resting slow
by their bones
everything i held in sight
waned and weared before the night
back and forth until we fade
telescopes apart we made echoes
from the day you saw
resolute in all the flaws
burden brought the heavy sighs
under constellations bright
supported by 25 fans who also own “truman burbank at sea”
it's OK because it's alright, it's fine, you can call me baby, rite from the start, already I knew how far you'd let me go, when you give it up so fast volsh_vartian