Jeff Pianki
Hello Bones
Oh my hands which hold this facemake this grasp a tight embrace. Walking feet don't lose your paceyou've been so slow but won this race.Hello Heart you're a bumbling mess, I'm beat when you beat out of my chest. Conversations that don't exist between my brain and all these passageswhen all I want to be is the hard-hearted man you'll never see again.Oh my skin what a mess you're inbut it's hard to know where to begin. In 20 years you've changed three times, I can't afford to lose this life tonight.Hello bones so skinny and frail,which move so slow and taste so stale
From Letras Mania