I sink in
I rest my knobby elbows on the hard glass
my dark, fuzzy, pinpricked reflection stares up at me
I place my cold palms on my hot eyes.
These eyes, they've seen too much
yet, nearly not enough
My chapped lips,
stingingly soothed by minty beeswax
My clothes
plaid polo flannel, red, green, tan, black, white, jumbles, like me
My cold feet stick out,
they rest painfully on a wood bar long stripped of stain
An old soul trapped with the mind of a child in a teenager's body.
This be will interesting.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
I sink in
I rest my knobby elbows on the hard glass
my dark, fuzzy, pinpricked reflection stares up at me
I place my cold palms on my hot eyes.
These eyes, they've seen too much
yet, nearly not enough
My chapped lips,
stingingly soothed by minty beeswax
My clothes
plaid polo flannel, red, green, tan, black, white, jumbles, like me
My cold feet stick out,
they rest painfully on a wood bar long stripped of stain
An old soul trapped with the mind of a child in a teenager's body.
This be will interesting.
