The world expects you to be civilised
Love isn’t civilised
It’s a war cry
An artery bleeding out into everything it touches
It’s all the words you’ve never said
In all the pages not yet read
Silence is torture dressed as mercy
I’ll die with your name on my lips

Listening to Angel by Birdy


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