their silhouettes,
dance around my bedroom,
in beats of two-three,
casting moon shimmering figures,
they trickle across my face,
kissing my pores,
to soon be consumed by darkness,
and condemned by day,
I think I'm crazy,
but crazy is what it be.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
their silhouettes,
dance around my bedroom,
in beats of two-three,
casting moon shimmering figures,
they trickle across my face,
kissing my pores,
to soon be consumed by darkness,
and condemned by day,
I think I'm crazy,
but crazy is what it be.
