I will mourn us
I will cry an ocean of loss
I will miss you
I will try to hold my broken heart
Pieces bloody all over the floor
White sheets bleeding red
My soul aches
My soul aches
My soul aches
This time will come
Before we reach shore
And
I don't know how to come to terms with it
- Patti Friday, Embassy of Ideas
- Patti Friday, Embassy of Ideas
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