I have waltzed
with sunset ease
into your broken dressers.
I have juggled
like schoolyard doctrines
with guts forgotten.
For every shepherd, there is a butcher.
For every artist, there is a garbageman.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
I have waltzed
with sunset ease
into your broken dressers.
I have juggled
like schoolyard doctrines
with guts forgotten.
For every shepherd, there is a butcher.
For every artist, there is a garbageman.
