On this morning,
where the road's
reflecting gold
I think of all the
promises I've
made myself,
the sun, a draping
curtain over daybreak
and I wrap a scarf
around my neck
and hold my bony
hands
against my heart
It's October and
I've learned to love
myself again.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
On this morning,
where the road's
reflecting gold
I think of all the
promises I've
made myself,
the sun, a draping
curtain over daybreak
and I wrap a scarf
around my neck
and hold my bony
hands
against my heart
It's October and
I've learned to love
myself again.