18.1.09

Thump, thump goes the Heart
Reverberating through her small frame

Can degrees of aliveness be measured?

Passion, passion, You seep away
While high flyers lap away on it

Stillness I miss
Staticness I like

But until u look up, look around
Bleeding questions gap out

You want comfort to hold it in
Plasters for all the scars

Plastic Shiny Happiness you covert
zip up the unpretty struggles, trug trug