my wet hair is slicked across my shoulders
it's liquid in the wind flipping out the car window in an unkown city
my eyes are bloodshot and burning like acid from my mistakes
the emerald of my eyes catches the light of a hundred moons
my body lies in twisted sheets and stained pajamas in a tiny bed
but my heart lies in another world where my adventure know no bounds
a.l.n.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
my wet hair is slicked across my shoulders
it's liquid in the wind flipping out the car window in an unkown city
my eyes are bloodshot and burning like acid from my mistakes
the emerald of my eyes catches the light of a hundred moons
my body lies in twisted sheets and stained pajamas in a tiny bed
but my heart lies in another world where my adventure know no bounds
a.l.n.
