Jennyfur_Karma_Kin
Bluelighter
- Joined
- May 8, 2011
- Messages
- 174
Time you are a thief and you take all that matters to me
Your glass face shattered, like my heart, never to be swept up
Shards of the past mixed with twisted clock springs and dust balls
I walk backwards through them all until my feet bleed
Only to be mesmerised by the greasy tendrils of the second hand
Counting out the moments lost
That flutter like moths against my eyelids.
Your glass face shattered, like my heart, never to be swept up
Shards of the past mixed with twisted clock springs and dust balls
I walk backwards through them all until my feet bleed
Only to be mesmerised by the greasy tendrils of the second hand
Counting out the moments lost
That flutter like moths against my eyelids.
