I used to love this halo,
a little light above my head
illuminating the darkness.
I was always in the light
my robe would radiate
blonde hair tan skin glowing like an arcade.
I was really something else.
I could have been on top of those
big Christmas trees you'd see in NYC.
But after awhile that halo starts to get hot.
you feel like a lizard in an aquarium,
cold-blooded and dead-eyed.
I was always lit up and the dark looked so
inviting: And the snow.
The snow looked so cold. so cold.
But it would just melt when I laid in it...
snow angels really are the saddest thing I've ever seen.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
I used to love this halo,
a little light above my head
illuminating the darkness.
I was always in the light
my robe would radiate
blonde hair tan skin glowing like an arcade.
I was really something else.
I could have been on top of those
big Christmas trees you'd see in NYC.
But after awhile that halo starts to get hot.
you feel like a lizard in an aquarium,
cold-blooded and dead-eyed.
I was always lit up and the dark looked so
inviting: And the snow.
The snow looked so cold. so cold.
But it would just melt when I laid in it...
snow angels really are the saddest thing I've ever seen.