You are what you eat.

by earlgreytea   Sep 19, 2016

This tattered omega reaches,
And doesn't know how to live,
The beautiful while elephant,
That watches failures lace the door.

My love, you are a cold night wind,
Still posing as a cloudy sky.
You take my hand and take my breath,
While I'm here never knowing why.

A little lamb, a little lost...
But running fast on broken feet.

You should know dear, not to play such games,
With still alive and aching meat.


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  • 2 years ago

    by hiraeth

    Love this!