When we look back
there is nothing but blotches
A faded remnants of the
brown-eyed school attendants.
Uprooted like floating log houses.
Convergent whims of the ******* children.
I'll be sure to take you down with me.
Down deep into the cellar.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
When we look back
there is nothing but blotches
A faded remnants of the
brown-eyed school attendants.
Uprooted like floating log houses.
Convergent whims of the ******* children.
I'll be sure to take you down with me.
Down deep into the cellar.
