Pneumonia
Get over that sorrow, girl
The world is always going to be made of this
You can trust in it
Unless you breathe in
Bravely
I adore how you simply surrender to high
And your lungs,
they're mourning,
Tepee style
And the still-born love that could've happened
All the moments you should have embraced
All the moments you should have not locked up
Understand
So clearly
To shut yourself up
would be the hugest crime of them all
hugest crime of them all
You're just crying,
after all.
To not want them, humans, around,
anymore
Get over that sorrow, girl.
