Grim to you who has always kept by me, to the gir…
Grim
to you who has always kept by me,
to the girl who shaped my dreams,
to the voice that treads my thoughts at night,
to the human in angel light,
perchance the road might lead to Rome
or likely not at all,
perhaps there is nought i have to say
but just the daily “Hi”,
to the human wrought of mortal bones,
to the voice filled with hollow air,
to the girl bogged of female tense,
to you, who wasn’t always there.
*a curt nod of the head, eyes staring apologetically, biting lips*