i'm lost somewhere familar
looking at ashy knees in
bath suds with disdain
rose petals sprinkled away
have the loftiest abode
have the airiest dresses,
but i never had auburn tresses
like hers
i was charcoal in
comparison
one of the desert girls;
candles flickered the way
she'd bat her eyelashes
bringing hands to my eyes
i lie on the floor
and i lie to them more
a nightgown hangs the way
the pale moon
did
carpet kissing my bare feet
rosy knuckles grasping a storm
the lake foams over in it's wake
who saves you now
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
i'm lost somewhere familar
looking at ashy knees in
bath suds with disdain
rose petals sprinkled away
have the loftiest abode
have the airiest dresses,
but i never had auburn tresses
like hers
i was charcoal in
comparison
one of the desert girls;
candles flickered the way
she'd bat her eyelashes
bringing hands to my eyes
i lie on the floor
and i lie to them more
a nightgown hangs the way
the pale moon
did
carpet kissing my bare feet
rosy knuckles grasping a storm
the lake foams over in it's wake
who saves you now
Based off the song and video for End Of The Line by Sleigh Bells. I tried to match the visuals and give it a story.
