Lies at the brim of your palms and through the roots of your hairs
Gentle; a forceful kiss settling on the surface of your cheek, containing a hopeful spring of acknowledgement
Yet you forget that the world is your home when you shed blood
and nature cries for us all to stop.
syaliwrites
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
Lies at the brim of your palms and through the roots of your hairs
Gentle; a forceful kiss settling on the surface of your cheek, containing a hopeful spring of acknowledgement
Yet you forget that the world is your home when you shed blood
and nature cries for us all to stop.
syaliwrites
