It’s so easy to fall into the familiar when you’re far away from things that taste like home.
But it’s impossible to erase the poems that have been written,
unfeel the things that have felt.
Even if my heart forgets,
these bones remember.
It’s so easy to fall into the familiar when you’re far away from things that taste like home.
But it’s impossible to erase the poems that have been written,
unfeel the things that have felt.
Even if my heart forgets,
these bones remember.