“Do not look where you fell, but where you slipped.”
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
And you might just be a shiny thing, but you are the shiny thing I am pursuing.
And then you take my breath.
I say “hey, I need that to get back to the top.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map