Hot water in hands
And face cries in the broken mirror
Where last time there was kiss
In a bathroom somewhere
Eyes young and sad
From yesterday when they dream
Rivers of blood where butterfly
Lay eggs
Mornings not happy but
Mourning
Nights not brave
Not knight
Are we here?
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Hot water in hands
And face cries in the broken mirror
Where last time there was kiss
In a bathroom somewhere
Eyes young and sad
From yesterday when they dream
Rivers of blood where butterfly
Lay eggs
Mornings not happy but
Mourning
Nights not brave
Not knight
Are we here?
