In the heat
I have sight
In the heat
you are blind
A blind fool
swimming in tea
and dressing in ice
I could be sunburnt in winter
I have paled
Cut in half
by your sharp sunsets
Will I ever wake up
to a milk-dipped sunrise?
You've found your wings
You can fly in the sky
So you can pretend you don't hear me
And watch me die.
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
