A moment to inhale the truth,
In the cusp of being damaged,
And being broken; although lost,
In the darkest daydreams unto pleasure.
When the brighter hues was tethered,
On the dark colors of crooked smiles,
And all that was left is a loud belch,
Of titters and quiet sobs.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
A moment to inhale the truth,
In the cusp of being damaged,
And being broken; although lost,
In the darkest daydreams unto pleasure.
When the brighter hues was tethered,
On the dark colors of crooked smiles,
And all that was left is a loud belch,
Of titters and quiet sobs.