• benhurbedford 20w


    I feel like a weakling.
    Shadowing the past of others.
    Leave my path undiscovered, and unbothered.
    But mere thunder that my heart sings at night.

    I flee but I'm a wee bit awful,
    When I shadow the past of others,
    Leaving my path undiscovered, and it's bothering,
    the tune in my head that lights a fume as the night slumbers.