Missing I miss you so much I have turned into Art. Inside my head is an orchestra constantly tuning up. Listen. My closed, tired eyes are reading a poem as long as a river. And my body is blue and grey paint. And you are the artist.
I miss you so much I have turned into Art.
Inside my head is an orchestra constantly tuning up. Listen.
My closed, tired eyes are reading a poem as long as a river.
And my body is blue and grey paint. And you are the artist.
