I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was
the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your
eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.
sometimesithink I'M
NOT THAT STRONG, but there's
af
o r c e
that carries me on. sick of my
smallheart
made of steel, { x }
{ x } {
x } SICK OF THE WOUNDS
THAT NEVER HEAL.