There's something forested in the outskirts of me.
Somewhere deep in the dark,
hiding in a damp acoustic cave,
is a frightened innocent,
hoarding all my good memories,
Just waiting.
The behinds of my eyes search for her.
All my words attach to her limbs and guide her out in the open
but she she snaps back inside like an elastic band.
She's so far gone. I ache.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
There's something forested in the outskirts of me.
Somewhere deep in the dark,
hiding in a damp acoustic cave,
is a frightened innocent,
hoarding all my good memories,
Just waiting.
The behinds of my eyes search for her.
All my words attach to her limbs and guide her out in the open
but she she snaps back inside like an elastic band.
She's so far gone. I ache.