Monday, April 21, 2008

brand new.

You are calm and reposed.
Let your beauty unfold.
Pale White, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke.

You are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can.

1 comment:

Amanda said...

you are the smell before rain. you are the blood in my veirns.