hey, you know,
i think there’s a terrarium under my skin.
i can feel the blossoming moss vein deep,
where none may tread but ghosts,
politely marveling at freckle constellations
and asking time-old questions like
“do you think god knows we’re here?”
(thats what i think about, when you scold me; “does god know i’m here?”)
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
hey, you know,
i think there’s a terrarium under my skin.
i can feel the blossoming moss vein deep,
where none may tread but ghosts,
politely marveling at freckle constellations
and asking time-old questions like
“do you think god knows we’re here?”
(thats what i think about, when you scold me; “does god know i’m here?”)
