remain wept and kept,
go deaf
with
my little chime.
pass me your shoulder,
i’ll cry it out.
move boulders
and boil the tides.
grey gardens
and gallows.
wounded words
for the narrow;
hanging on lines.
move two steps
closer
and hear
this little chime of mine.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
remain wept and kept,
go deaf
with
my little chime.
pass me your shoulder,
i’ll cry it out.
move boulders
and boil the tides.
grey gardens
and gallows.
wounded words
for the narrow;
hanging on lines.
move two steps
closer
and hear
this little chime of mine.
