I don't shine like the stars
I'm not a diamond in the rough
I am the rough patch, the fleeting enigma of this painfully current squeaky-clean suburban world
This is hardly glory
But my soul is celestial
I have ink blotted dreams in my heart
Words and prose in my mind
And your name waiting on my tongue
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
I don't shine like the stars
I'm not a diamond in the rough
I am the rough patch, the fleeting enigma of this painfully current squeaky-clean suburban world
This is hardly glory
But my soul is celestial
I have ink blotted dreams in my heart
Words and prose in my mind
And your name waiting on my tongue
