Bed ridden,
Cold,
And Barely breathing.
I await you to drift in,
Like turning leaves in autmun wind.
Chasing your shadow through the corners of my latency
Make me believe in fairies.
Dance me in violet haze
twirl me with nymphs of woods everlasting
let me prance my weaknesses down
Through apath of serenities among orange speckled wild lilies
Take me where I can breathe
Besides these letters of make believe pages.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
Bed ridden,
Cold,
And Barely breathing.
I await you to drift in,
Like turning leaves in autmun wind.
Chasing your shadow through the corners of my latency
Make me believe in fairies.
Dance me in violet haze
twirl me with nymphs of woods everlasting
let me prance my weaknesses down
Through apath of serenities among orange speckled wild lilies
Take me where I can breathe
Besides these letters of make believe pages.
