Jaded are the beads that drop.
Moist are the feelings that crop,
Around my little life machine.
Furnished is the smile I make.
Bare all the moments I take,
Inside my little life machine.
Painful, downward swings.
Dripping heavy, burnt wings.
Curled up in my little life machine.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
Jaded are the beads that drop.
Moist are the feelings that crop,
Around my little life machine.
Furnished is the smile I make.
Bare all the moments I take,
Inside my little life machine.
Painful, downward swings.
Dripping heavy, burnt wings.
Curled up in my little life machine.