swallow me whole.

Wonder how long does it take for a soul to expire. And if someone could drown in their own tears – just for not letting them out.
I balance in words that could make it all right, while cardboard boxes full of memories twirl around spreading scents of you (swallow me whole).
And we’re still alive in hidden corners of empty houses, I hear them whispering feelings in places where seasons don’t change… bitter nights, balancing words that could make it all right (please tell me I can make it all right).

Always and forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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~ by Mafy on August 29, 2008.