picture from Life Transplant blog
The know-how of melody making
lost in cancer.
She whisper,
I can make my pillow wet again
with blood.
And I see the slow closure of a swing door.
How do they measure the time space here?
In the units of doors closing?
She sings something again.
Let it go,
she sings, Screamin Jay, Let it go!
lost in cancer.
She whisper,
I can make my pillow wet again
with blood.
And I see the slow closure of a swing door.
How do they measure the time space here?
In the units of doors closing?
She sings something again.
Let it go,
she sings, Screamin Jay, Let it go!
