the infinite recklessness of your hair
makes crazy.
you spinster,
hurricane force.
curly, fire breathing fairy;
i dream of you often. dancing on to water lilies
in the middles of hailstorm.
you never make much sense to me,
all I know is I am hear to love every shattered
glass moment you have.
and im here, straight jacket
and all.... hugging my
reflection.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
.Tabitha #4453.
Posted by .Succinct Ramblings. at 5:16 PM
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