Soft golden silk
streams down my face,
built strong and tall am I.
Embroidery feels like my skin,
deep amber in my eyes.
Dimples carve out of my cheeks
should I choose to smile for thy.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
Soft golden silk
streams down my face,
built strong and tall am I.
Embroidery feels like my skin,
deep amber in my eyes.
Dimples carve out of my cheeks
should I choose to smile for thy.
6th grade, baby. This is an archive of an OLD assignment I had lying around. I'd like to think I was talented. Perhaps full of myself.
