Friday, July 11, 2014
Last night,
I listened to
Coldplay's
New album
The only way
Coldplay
Should be listened to:
On an
ATL-bound
Escape route,
Lit only by the moon.
And I wished I could go back to the
Sadness.
To all the pills.
To her dying head in my hands...
To
Feeling her wrists wilt
Against my knees.
We died somewhere outside of Atlanta...
Autumn and
Me.
