a thursday night, quiet and slow,
the world sits heavy beneath its shadow,
and i, alone, carry the weight
of a love too vast, too intricate, too late.
it spills from me like rivers unbound,
a flood that seeks but never is found.
i've tried to hold it, to dam its course,
but love like this is a feral force.
......
a thursday night, quiet and slow,
the world sits heavy beneath its shadow,
and i, alone, carry the weight
of a love too vast, too intricate, too late.
it spills from me like rivers unbound,
a flood that seeks but never is found.
i've tried to hold it, to dam its course,
but love like this is a feral force.
......