Beauty becomes you
Surity, exhaling colors
With which i use to see.
Whispers in my ears
Softly question why to be
Ground me.
Gripping tight
The lead i use to flee. In me.
Star dust, so art thee.
Shimmering. You shape the wind.
Reminding me, im free.
Gathering in aethers never seen.
Light shards from moons
Dark mirrors to shine through
In rooms as still as tombs, you move
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Beauty becomes you
Surity, exhaling colors
With which i use to see.
Whispers in my ears
Softly question why to be
Ground me.
Gripping tight
The lead i use to flee. In me.
Star dust, so art thee.
Shimmering. You shape the wind.
Reminding me, im free.
Gathering in aethers never seen.
Light shards from moons
Dark mirrors to shine through
In rooms as still as tombs, you move
