Floating, adrift.
Like a speck in a kid's book
A dandelion seed in the air
Minus the grace.
A purgatorial lack of gravity
Empty.
I guess you were my earth
And now I'm lost in space.
But it's time I made my world,
And stop abusing yours.
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:52 AM UTC
Floating, adrift.
Like a speck in a kid's book
A dandelion seed in the air
Minus the grace.
A purgatorial lack of gravity
Empty.
I guess you were my earth
And now I'm lost in space.
But it's time I made my world,
And stop abusing yours.