Her pocket is filled with money that jingles And none that folds I.O.Us stack high in her savings account Her wallet is padded with due dates Bleeding red with urgency She closes her eyes And need yells her name Her mind searches for the power button To shut down the bane of her existence She…
Tag: spirit
Beholder
Stare into my eyes and tell me what you see. A portrait painted with beauty and innocence Or a collection of pixels illustrating magnificence? Can you count the number of thoughts fluttering pass my labyrinthine mind? Can you crack the secrets trapped in my mouth, Lock behind my lips, That my tongue tries to spill?…
Peppermint Sunshine 