What’s a tree wit no branch?
just reach out
don’t bleed out
let it ink out
I rather u write ur wrongs with me
than write me off swiftly
p.s. I can’t let u go
Do u love me too?
Or is this too much for you?
Sometimes I struggle
but I love feeling stuck with u.
We can hum the blues or run the rules-
off the road and be ride or die
but without the die
air without u is cyanide
a painful death I would willingly die one thousand times inside y
our eyes spark like dynamite
a tree may sprout out more branches if it keeps in tact with its roots
I don’t know if that’s possible, but we have nothing but time to find our truths.