I am not much more
Than the nicotine stained walls
And scratched records
I am crafted from
The same child who wore her grandfathers glasses to stare at dingy linoleum in new light
The same child who wonders in her own set of rose color glass to peak at humanities clouded flaw
No much more than mud , clear in her right that she too is made of stars
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
I am not much more
Than the nicotine stained walls
And scratched records
I am crafted from
The same child who wore her grandfathers glasses to stare at dingy linoleum in new light
The same child who wonders in her own set of rose color glass to peak at humanities clouded flaw
No much more than mud , clear in her right that she too is made of stars
