I can’t say what you want to hear
I can’t say, just to say.
is my heart cold?
does it still beat the same as before?
denied…
denied…
denied…
has my heart turned to sand?
was it once as the shells?
I collect from the sea
it was once home.
it was once safety.
have i cracked?
has all the blood drained out?
…….
and all i can think is i could really use a beer
