A little book,
Embossed in gilded paisley swirls,
Bound with string,
Casting its shadow on that shelf.
A dark book,
Filled with muttered words,
Jet thoughts,
An inky spectre on that shelf.
The little dark book,
Paisley words and muttered swirls,
Jet bound string,
The inky spectre that shadows myself.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
A little book,
Embossed in gilded paisley swirls,
Bound with string,
Casting its shadow on that shelf.
A dark book,
Filled with muttered words,
Jet thoughts,
An inky spectre on that shelf.
The little dark book,
Paisley words and muttered swirls,
Jet bound string,
The inky spectre that shadows myself.
