Hey, avalanche smile,
where's the security on those eyes?
How can your soul stay so warm behind raw open windows?
Ghost lashes a blur along the edges,
centers the color of taking a break from your walk around campus
under a tree on a drizzly morning.
I imagine my heart a jumble of wires, avalanche smile.
The occasional spark, almost painful to the chest,
but honest eyes hurt more.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
Hey, avalanche smile,
where's the security on those eyes?
How can your soul stay so warm behind raw open windows?
Ghost lashes a blur along the edges,
centers the color of taking a break from your walk around campus
under a tree on a drizzly morning.
I imagine my heart a jumble of wires, avalanche smile.
The occasional spark, almost painful to the chest,
but honest eyes hurt more.
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