May Be
Your voice
still tows my heart
like a heavy anchor,
it drags,
and mulls over
maybe?
With lips of milk & honey,
your words coax me into
beautiful lies
like we'd go
from ashes to butterflies
maybe?
Your voice
still tows my heart
like a heavy anchor,
it drags,
and mulls over
maybe?
With lips of milk & honey,
your words coax me into
beautiful lies
like we'd go
from ashes to butterflies
maybe?