The first line came easily,
so I seized the moment,
then stumbled through a jumble,
half memories, half queries.
It had seemed beautiful
when I spoke it to the night
but now wasted, wounded,
like a lasered tattoo.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
The first line came easily,
so I seized the moment,
then stumbled through a jumble,
half memories, half queries.
It had seemed beautiful
when I spoke it to the night
but now wasted, wounded,
like a lasered tattoo.