06-29-2013, 07:08 AM
The bubble burst too soon,
from spittle-chased lips she slipped,
blown into being on a blighted breeze,
soul danced over summer gardens,
weightless with early complications,
cradled in a falling feather's sway,
breathless to her mother’s arm,
she aged as an idea in my palm.
from spittle-chased lips she slipped,
blown into being on a blighted breeze,
soul danced over summer gardens,
weightless with early complications,
cradled in a falling feather's sway,
breathless to her mother’s arm,
she aged as an idea in my palm.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out