make a fist — The Poetry of A Heavy Heart

When the doctor would ask me what my headaches were like I would tell him they’re like a lightning strike – Like thunder and a black sky being ripped apart by white light And a pain in your skin when the hairs stand up on end – That’s how I describe it. It’s your heart […]

via make a fist — The Poetry of A Heavy Heart

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