im waning my own moods
weaving and finding my way thru
the Wilderness
that is the mess of me
from thick untamed roots
to my the temple of crown
to my chipped and toes
I am a pile of bones, missed phone calls,
forgetting and late night regrets. Text messages and dial tones and
unconditional love.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
im waning my own moods
weaving and finding my way thru
the Wilderness
that is the mess of me
from thick untamed roots
to my the temple of crown
to my chipped and toes
I am a pile of bones, missed phone calls,
forgetting and late night regrets. Text messages and dial tones and
unconditional love.
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