im under his thumb
im under the weather
the wind is killing me
just like his letters.
they come once a week
they tell me of his depression
of his heartache
and mostly of his missing me.
they dont stop
and i wish they would
this war is costing me way to much
my freedom is gone, and turnt to dust.
he always told me i was free to leave
but what a lie
as i wait for each letter
to make their way to me.
they keep me trapped
they keep me down
im under his thumb
im under the weather., |
Submission Name: under the weather with letters
