Show me where the thoughts collide
The heart, the herald angel lies
And woolen is the very skin
Held taut against your bones
And you had told me once before
These very aching metaphors
Would drift away like dusty spores
Amongst the broken wind
These memories will **** me
Surely in the end.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Show me where the thoughts collide
The heart, the herald angel lies
And woolen is the very skin
Held taut against your bones
And you had told me once before
These very aching metaphors
Would drift away like dusty spores
Amongst the broken wind
These memories will **** me
Surely in the end.
