in which i am longing and you are cold...

[patchworkgirl]

the crisp cruelty of a burtonian november has taken up residence under my feet,
becoming the delicate crumbles left in the wake of a frightful heart
and i cannot seem capture a cure for this virulent vacancy
(these sheets are lacking)
but you should know i'd prefer to pull you up, over my head
and wait out this snow.

Comments

[juice_faerie]

you should post more. i love when you do. feed me.

[society1]

So your still alive. rock on

[endofsanity]

i still <3 that song.