you
fluttered around
the tinsel
your silver wings
like stars
beating with
the tambourine
and your
confetti raining down
to give it all
to you
would
mend my heart
(like melted gold)
a potion
where I'm
bathing in
your
rose water
and you're
blooming
up the moon
a blow
of which
I'll never
convalesce
You're full of moon dust
Some things
are
better left
unsaid.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
you
fluttered around
the tinsel
your silver wings
like stars
beating with
the tambourine
and your
confetti raining down
to give it all
to you
would
mend my heart
(like melted gold)
a potion
where I'm
bathing in
your
rose water
and you're
blooming
up the moon
a blow
of which
I'll never
convalesce
You're full of moon dust
Some things
are
better left
unsaid.