| | She is the sweet, pinkmint swirls once crocheted to mimic the sunrise one lazy day in her bedroom
where she attempted to weave herself into the pattern
and busted the creation altogether. Her innocence tries the unprotected nature of a human heart,
a telltale weight shifting dramatically under her oversized shirt, a distracting thievery of charm. She balances my bright
and you would never guess beneath the shadow of her hoodie,
an unborn galaxy 5 stars removed from the sun. |
| | Posted 12/29/2008 1:18 PM - 13 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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