Belinda
Raw colour aftr the sunrise
I ache to be gone
Driven mad by my words of insanity;
That taste of sweet nothings.
My peach scented breath
in the crisp morning air,
Oh, who was there to see
my entire world consuming me?
Copyright © Jess Powers | Year Posted 2010
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