shy
the written page curls up
blanket pulled over to hug the cold shoulder
beige shadow from white light
it does not wish to be read
but burned
orange blue dance of the dusk horizon
i never quite figured out
the different colors of fire
i never quite figured out
the meanings of your smiles
the written page curls up
blanket pulled over to hug the cold shoulder
beige shadow from white light
it does not wish to be read
but burned
orange blue dance of the dusk horizon
i never quite figured out
the different colors of fire
i never quite figured out
the meanings of your smiles