Virus
Shanna Polley
[In progress]
[?] every time you see me clearly
[?] every time you say you say you hear me
Is this feeling, too close
To the [?] of my host
Is this the [?]
Turn into shoulders to cry on
The only ones I could really on
All the ways I make you happy
Is this the structure, of your skin
Is this the violence of a, broken heart