Jan 30, 2016
dune swells
I have a finger made of rivers in a sleeve and veins in knees Freaked and muddied Burnt and sullied
But close to you
Washed on trees Dark like leaves Bent in waves like thorns in brains
You’re late again
I thought I’d be rid of you I should become prey
Aches of shattered Ribena bottles, glitter pupils Doused in seeds from Babylon High and alone
Please stay You made me let go She was more then we could ever be
But was it worth me? /arkloue2016