“Yesterday I lay with you in a bed of glass We broke together trying to survive your past Still, in your pain I found magic The beauty in something so raw and tragic When life feels banal and ordinary and beat Run to me, my blue-eyed girl, to the place where pleasure and pain meet.”

“Yesterday I lay with you in a bed of glass We broke together trying to survive your past Still, in your pain I found magic The beauty in something so raw and tragic When life feels banal and ordinary and beat Run to me, my blue-eyed girl, to the place where pleasure and pain meet.”

— L.J. Shen