I should have told her bout the colors that I saw before.
The onces they fell out from my eyes
and spilt across the floor.
I should have told her when she asked me, dared me to explore
the reaching roots of time and sooth;
the seed, the growth, the spore.
There is fear in the allure.
The moon is on the rise;
no near for far, i'm sure
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
I should have told her bout the colors that I saw before.
The onces they fell out from my eyes
and spilt across the floor.
I should have told her when she asked me, dared me to explore
the reaching roots of time and sooth;
the seed, the growth, the spore.
There is fear in the allure.
The moon is on the rise;
no near for far, i'm sure
