It's 4 am so I'm still writing obviously.
She seems so alive to you.
For anyone who needs it.
Cobwebs in dark corners, left there to stay.
Whispered words from lips, sewn shut.
I have no idea what this is.
Opinions are bothersome
The collection of words that come freely through my fingers, and become alive in through my chords
Is anyone there to help me?
I feel like I wanna change.. So yeah. Rate and review?