December 5, 2018
A cloud in my brain looms,
Resting upon my eyes,
Abstracted from old flumes,
Fallen from heavy skies.
To cry is a damn mess:
Drizzle within instead.
The heart will absorb stress,
Less for the weary head.
A cloud in my brain looms,
Resting upon my eyes,
Abstracted from old flumes,
Fallen from heavy skies.
To cry is a damn mess:
Drizzle within instead.
The heart will absorb stress,
Less for the weary head.