Let me take words
and paint you a picture...
Firefly within the night
becomes a guide for lashes...
Rather than frightened
Doing nothing...
Is it all about ennui
keeping boredom at bay...
Lets dance barefoot in the rain
splashing in the puddles as we go...
I’m the kind of girl that sleeps
with crystals under her pillow...
I’m not sure if it was my tax-free street...
bodily-harm PTSD trauma type of shxt...
When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...
I wasn't born
in Ballarat...
Where am I living,
How am I living...
my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...
You are braver than I
You get up there...