February 2012
202 posts
Ghosts
How ever did you fasten these strings upon my soul so light I feel from the inside out it must be something to do with your mouth The way it presses so tightly to mine is that how you’ve secured this twine? Perhaps it’s in that smile you smile the one meant just for me I fear I’ll never know just what you’ve done but suddenly I’m free My mind’s awash with...
