the trunks of the trees were weeping and
he was telling me something about how
my parents must be thieves because they put
the stars in my eyes
and i gawked at him and the wind bravely rummaged through
my hair,
searching for a lost heart that was never
there.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
the trunks of the trees were weeping and
he was telling me something about how
my parents must be thieves because they put
the stars in my eyes
and i gawked at him and the wind bravely rummaged through
my hair,
searching for a lost heart that was never
there.
