Written by Jacob Ibrag
Crumbling fixtures.
Flowers chasing age, embracing
quality of length rather than its quantity.
‘Where did it all go?’ Everywhere you swore
we’d be. Followed whispers of certainty.
Gave my eyes so you could lead.
Keep No Secrets…
Written by Jacob Ibrag
Crumbling fixtures.
Flowers chasing age, embracing
quality of length rather than its quantity.
‘Where did it all go?’ Everywhere you swore
we’d be. Followed whispers of certainty.
Gave my eyes so you could lead.