I feel an awful lot like I’m a rough draft, a
work in the making
Left upon his mahogany desk
far away
There’s a polished-up version of me, somewhere—
Somewhere awfully far away.
The crisp edges of her unrumpled surface
are dancing, as
eyes devour her every word.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
I feel an awful lot like I’m a rough draft, a
work in the making
Left upon his mahogany desk
far away
There’s a polished-up version of me, somewhere—
Somewhere awfully far away.
The crisp edges of her unrumpled surface
are dancing, as
eyes devour her every word.