jennyalexander

its nothing you said its nothing you did
it belongs to everyone,
one day next to it if im strong ill stay
its everything you said and did
you toutch
you give
it is never well enough recieved'
in a contemplating state of mind
or who am i kidding in this worn out fucking kind
of mind. of fucking mind.
nothing is ever well recieved, only
melancholy is concieved