I be smile sick
And tired as books
But I be pondering on a snow-less starfire
freezing
burning
then turning
not changing
but searching.
I be the speckled lights of morning bright
Eyes be pins on skin like needle.
Thoughts be fickle and love be feeble
I be writing skies
then erasing
I be life
worth screaming.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
I be smile sick
And tired as books
But I be pondering on a snow-less starfire
freezing
burning
then turning
not changing
but searching.
I be the speckled lights of morning bright
Eyes be pins on skin like needle.
Thoughts be fickle and love be feeble
I be writing skies
then erasing
I be life
worth screaming.
