My distorted words
Lead to your aborted lust
And icy rejection turns
My sad skin
And weary bones
To dust.
Young Inside
My body is ancient
My skin, paper
But when I dream
I take off my age like a jacket
And dance once more
Writer and Blogger
My distorted words
Lead to your aborted lust
And icy rejection turns
My sad skin
And weary bones
To dust.
My body is ancient
My skin, paper
But when I dream
I take off my age like a jacket
And dance once more