Friday, July 03, 2009

All they ever do
Is paint laces on their jackets
And smile in their teeth
It crumbles on the hard mile
Till skin shows all beneath
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

 I'm bad at vulnerability     I like to tie off places  Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...

  • Poems
    Are the bandaid To staunch The bleeding heart.
  • (no title)
    Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
  • (no title)
    How many Reformed people does it take to change a light bulb? CHANGE!?! Begone heretic!