Just A Way Finder
Does everybody cry
the way i do
when wind slaps dreams around
are they scared too
does everybody feel
emptiness like pain
cold as a stone at night
do they wish your name
With a toothbrush in my hand I watch Lily's ears perk toward a battered tennis ball. She'll attack it again when the shadows move.
Why do the words disappear when i want them most?
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