there’s still space, room for yours and mine
we’re the biggest liars once we’re cornered
once we know that each of us are hostages
handicapped as all my love, Lover[…]
I don’t remember any survivors[…]
And your time and space doesn’t mean anything[…]
Even for you, crawling on my knees
God couldn’t be good[…]
Well, she wouldn’t show herself
the Devil that she is
wishing the most happiest
moments with a grinned shadow[…]
Because I can’t listen to that you say
what you’d consider as want[…] say if I had […]
guilt will rot me whole with dedication[…]
and it still wouldn’t be enough[…]
You and my family never believed I would live
that’s all I needed to know
even while they
you, say Yes[…] Yes, Yes Yes I am […]
when can I call[… ]when?
2 thoughts on “teach me how to swim”
Your writing just keeps getting better. You are getting the hang of some of the solutions to inevitable technical problems of writing and you are developing a really unique and interesting voice. I would be fascinated to hear you podcast this one and some of the earlier ones, or maybe think about writing some specifically to be be performed. I bet they would be fantastic.
Hmm… that’s an interesting idea. Thanks!