When I was fourteen,
I had the sun in my mouth.
I, a baby with parted lips.
The world dancing before me.
Like the greatest show on earth.
Here, the greatest fool.
A devil, a child.
The dumbest romantic you have ever known.
The softest, sweetest buffoon.
Imbecile.
Idiot.
The biggest joke to come out of a woman.
...
And yet, what could be more pure
than to say the words
and not know what they mean?
To have no fault. To be unaware.
To know only wonder
and tears.
Horned child of paradise.
Hold yourself
and sing into the night.
Cry into your arms
and say goodbye.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
When I was fourteen,
I had the sun in my mouth.
I, a baby with parted lips.
The world dancing before me.
Like the greatest show on earth.
Here, the greatest fool.
A devil, a child.
The dumbest romantic you have ever known.
The softest, sweetest buffoon.
Imbecile.
Idiot.
The biggest joke to come out of a woman.
...
And yet, what could be more pure
than to say the words
and not know what they mean?
To have no fault. To be unaware.
To know only wonder
and tears.
Horned child of paradise.
Hold yourself
and sing into the night.
Cry into your arms
and say goodbye.
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