the rooms that tumble down behind my eyes-
the bricks that crush brain chemicals;
in a shock of cool gray lips,
dust swirls around synapses;
in the diffractions of smiles,
there is a hope that I might rebuild such hard gray stone:
glue and shape them back- before they tumbled.
the bricks that crush brain chemicals;
in a shock of cool gray lips,
dust swirls around synapses;
in the diffractions of smiles,
there is a hope that I might rebuild such hard gray stone:
glue and shape them back- before they tumbled.
mr_music:
Beautifully Poetic 