"Vast pools of something I'll never figure out," I thought to myself, the first time those eyes like the sun burned up the mind that's mine to destruct and open up.
But **** if ashes and the color of the masses inside this head are two of the same, no one's to blame, and I guess I don't care if you say another's instead of my name
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC