It's fucking cold outside. damn it.

[theangelsrose]

Bright eyes
     Butterfly
Sitting in the corner rocking...
Had the lights to shine
   Dirty hallways, dying dreams,
Balancing thinly on a charasmatic whim...
Hardly breathing 
   Asthmatic air
       As 365 days ago dissapears
And the echoe re-verberating in my chest
   Will sort itself out
Just like all the ways it felt
And cracks in the glass
Cut through

Comments

[bowenoodles]

Did you write it?
It's quite good . . . .

[theangelsrose]

I did

and thank you. :)