Friday, March 10, 2017

My words are hers
Painted poorly
Lacking chorus
My muse rides
Somewhere
Crying violent
Still shakeing channels static erased
Sings
Beneath it all
Sweet and not at all like youd think it
Or be it haunting echo
Not my bussiness to say
By pearched ear it wanders
Saunters by my dreams
Keeps curtains drawn
Lost
In love
Thoughts of past forgot
Her smile
Its wings

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