The man that wore holes
Pain comes in shades,
I really hate it.
I can’t mistake it
when I feel it.
It swarms like bees,
then at times it passes on
swiftly like the waters,
washing over my body,
as if trying to refresh me.
I scoff,
we have known for long,
pain and I,
maybe that’s...
I really hate it.
I can’t mistake it
when I feel it.
It swarms like bees,
then at times it passes on
swiftly like the waters,
washing over my body,
as if trying to refresh me.
I scoff,
we have known for long,
pain and I,
maybe that’s...