sometimes grief comes out of left field dressed like an angry bird. steals your sack lunch - makes a mess of things. i try to hold your despair like walls down an unlit hallway, feeling my way through the dark to your heart.
sometimes grief comes out of left field dressed like an angry bird. steals your sack lunch - makes a mess of things. i try to hold your despair like walls down an unlit hallway, feeling my way through the dark to your heart.
