Torn Curtains.
Jagged edges of my soul immersed inside of a place where the sun never seems to shine
As though I am embroiled inside of a cocoon with sawed off edges
And it is I that wails away here inside of dusted covers of what might have been.
jo.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Torn Curtains.
Jagged edges of my soul immersed inside of a place where the sun never seems to shine
As though I am embroiled inside of a cocoon with sawed off edges
And it is I that wails away here inside of dusted covers of what might have been.
jo.
