Sky's caged in bars of wire
But my God, it's still so
Beautiful.
Slumped against a city wall
In this ghost I call a
Home
Moldy bricks and jagged cracks
And gasoline rainbows
And construction orange
Mottling all the grey.
Keep writing, she thought;
Keep writing and eventually
You'll find something
Beautiful
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Sky's caged in bars of wire
But my God, it's still so
Beautiful.
Slumped against a city wall
In this ghost I call a
Home
Moldy bricks and jagged cracks
And gasoline rainbows
And construction orange
Mottling all the grey.
Keep writing, she thought;
Keep writing and eventually
You'll find something
Beautiful
