Paper cracking,
pen is bleeding
but she’s a-silent
while the world
sleeps
Beneath her bottom
quivering lip,
smell last night’s
goodbye —
another tomorrow
wasted in bed
Midnight slow dances
teach her how to step
on her own feet,
her own dreams
She is spinning with
the world,
dwindling with time
and empty breaths
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
Paper cracking,
pen is bleeding
but she’s a-silent
while the world
sleeps
Beneath her bottom
quivering lip,
smell last night’s
goodbye —
another tomorrow
wasted in bed
Midnight slow dances
teach her how to step
on her own feet,
her own dreams
She is spinning with
the world,
dwindling with time
and empty breaths
