I don’t pay enough attention when she speaks
Her voice so sweet
Like a song
Washes over me
Like in a trance
I fade away
But what if her voice is gone
What will wash my soul
A memoir in progress, about living life in unruly bodies
A memoir in progress, about living life in unruly bodies
I don’t pay enough attention when she speaks
Her voice so sweet
Like a song
Washes over me
Like in a trance
I fade away
But what if her voice is gone
What will wash my soul