I keep the blue moon stored in my heart,
Hidden where you can’t rot me
Luring fingers trace the ocean
Broken skull, my brain thick like fog
It pulls from the center
It pulls me apart
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
I keep the blue moon stored in my heart,
Hidden where you can’t rot me
Luring fingers trace the ocean
Broken skull, my brain thick like fog
It pulls from the center
It pulls me apart