• the_talker 91w


    Get well soon, oh pretty one
    The white pills and the black herbs
    They do you no good of late
    Get well soon
    The only antidote
    Is deep sleep
    Get well soon, my fairest
    From the little heavy hearts
    And the fragile insomnia
    Get well soon, my love
    The anger on the outside
    And the hurt on the inside
    Get well soon
    I give you my trusted medication