Friday, October 15, 2010

I think I can hear thunder outside

You are calm and reposed
Let your beauty unfold
Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin
Standing trial for your sins
Holding onto yourself the best you can
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins

Music: The low thrum of fluorescent lights and CPUs
Mood: Working

No comments:

Post a Comment