Jul 2015
inhale smoke
burn on the
deep way down
shrieks outside
of a slid-
ing glass door
exhale less
hurt, more fren-
zy of mind.
yellow light,
not so kind
with my heart,
still I call.
though I fight,
no one knows
anything
burn on the
deep way down
shrieks outside
of a slid-
ing glass door
exhale less
hurt, more fren-
zy of mind.
yellow light,
not so kind
with my heart,
still I call.
though I fight,
no one knows
anything
you're a ray of light and I want an answer I'll never get
