Win twice for the girl and once for the fight
Close sunglasses for curtains et vite pro night
Born thrice for the breath yet none that I like
so much as your glow
the sun to my light.
Never did feel the absence so near
When even fog breaks,
clouds part,
skies clear
Like a pedal in the snow
frozen with fear
my words flounder twice, then wholly disappear
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC
Win twice for the girl and once for the fight
Close sunglasses for curtains et vite pro night
Born thrice for the breath yet none that I like
so much as your glow
the sun to my light.
Never did feel the absence so near
When even fog breaks,
clouds part,
skies clear
Like a pedal in the snow
frozen with fear
my words flounder twice, then wholly disappear