My pockets hold coarse wisdom stones
that have yet to be eroded and known.
No deed has been done with many tears,
and my matter has yet to turn gray.
I have nothing but stripped circles
wrapped snug around no-sleep eyes
I may be young and unknowing,
but I'd hold scotch tape over ****** rivers
for you, forever, for love.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
My pockets hold coarse wisdom stones
that have yet to be eroded and known.
No deed has been done with many tears,
and my matter has yet to turn gray.
I have nothing but stripped circles
wrapped snug around no-sleep eyes
I may be young and unknowing,
but I'd hold scotch tape over ****** rivers
for you, forever, for love.
I'm so young, but somehow, I can still love.
allusion to My Man oscar wilde
