the storm blew in from the south
steaming hot tea filled my mouth
and the blanket hid my insecure legs
if reading will make me sound wise
then why do these tears fill my eyes
on this journey to lose my innocence
as i learn of new thoughts and new things
and learn how to pluck at the strings
my afternoon damns the fumbling thoughts
far away in the hells of despair
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
the storm blew in from the south
steaming hot tea filled my mouth
and the blanket hid my insecure legs
if reading will make me sound wise
then why do these tears fill my eyes
on this journey to lose my innocence
as i learn of new thoughts and new things
and learn how to pluck at the strings
my afternoon damns the fumbling thoughts
far away in the hells of despair
i found growth but there is a winter waiting to **** it