Jan 2015
My lips split
the wildest of dreams,
leaving behind the stars
for your guide.
I sail the paper boats
home.
The secret ditched last
call.
Freedom rang
to stand the break,
divisions run the
wake.
the wildest of dreams,
leaving behind the stars
for your guide.
I sail the paper boats
home.
The secret ditched last
call.
Freedom rang
to stand the break,
divisions run the
wake.
