Whoever painted the sky this morning did a **** fine job
The reds swirled and met the yellows in a lover's grasp
The deep maroon bled into the light blue, pooling and collecting from the
Stabbing of the night
The way cool, sharp air cut me was romantic
It grazed my skin and gave me a kiss that felt like a dagger
It reminded me of you
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
Whoever painted the sky this morning did a **** fine job
The reds swirled and met the yellows in a lover's grasp
The deep maroon bled into the light blue, pooling and collecting from the
Stabbing of the night
The way cool, sharp air cut me was romantic
It grazed my skin and gave me a kiss that felt like a dagger
It reminded me of you
