Jun 2014
i watch the colour
spill from your eyes
shaped
in the form
of shattered glass
i roll it
between
full pages
and press it to my lips
inhale
exhale
i wish i could
carry on being me
with so much you
spill from your eyes
shaped
in the form
of shattered glass
i roll it
between
full pages
and press it to my lips
inhale
exhale
i wish i could
carry on being me
with so much you
Written by
pluie d'été
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