Salient eyes' silent whispers,
Beneath a violet veil.
My rotten masts are hiding beneath,
The flow of my windswept sail.
Wilted daisies and ****** feet,
All for the sake of the trail.
To scratch the ground and make a mark
Only for dust-caked nails.
I seem alright. I’ve got it together,
Unintended portrayal.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
Salient eyes' silent whispers,
Beneath a violet veil.
My rotten masts are hiding beneath,
The flow of my windswept sail.
Wilted daisies and ****** feet,
All for the sake of the trail.
To scratch the ground and make a mark
Only for dust-caked nails.
I seem alright. I’ve got it together,
Unintended portrayal.
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