Apr 2012
Uneasy, queezy, no breezy feeling,
On currents that carry you home.
Settle, Swallow.
Love him, Sparrow.
A nest shouldn't be so cold.
On currents that carry you home.
Settle, Swallow.
Love him, Sparrow.
A nest shouldn't be so cold.
I am his peach. Plump, plucked, ripe for him. He'll eat me up... While I dream of a fruit of my own. Dark hair. Damp cave.
