Trembling loud
brushes my glass off the table
sparing the blood of the sole rider
Waking in blushed pain and virgin crest
I fly against this haste
and pressure my face against glass
and if every word is a dead symbol
I will bury my lungs in fabled stories.
xxx
brushes my glass off the table
sparing the blood of the sole rider
Waking in blushed pain and virgin crest
I fly against this haste
and pressure my face against glass
and if every word is a dead symbol
I will bury my lungs in fabled stories.
xxx
miyu:
nice.