Anchorless

London Life

Anchorless


please take this knife from my back so i can drive it through your cold heart and let your tears flow like a river racing towards your palms and emptying onto the bed on which we layed for years. 

its been four years and i still havent forgotten. when will this river wash away the tears. 
its been four years wash away the tears. 
please take this knife from my back so i can drive it through your heart