i think about the stains on the ceiling, shaped like angels falling
about wooden walls like abstract art, you see an owl, then i see your subconscious
eyes are not windows to the soul, as some say
they hold the wear and tear of the day to day
and i could only venture to guess
that you're staring at your own reflection
when you comment on the hazel in mine.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
i think about the stains on the ceiling, shaped like angels falling
about wooden walls like abstract art, you see an owl, then i see your subconscious
eyes are not windows to the soul, as some say
they hold the wear and tear of the day to day
and i could only venture to guess
that you're staring at your own reflection
when you comment on the hazel in mine.
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