My ramblings....

Check!

You've got them all wrapped around your slender fingers
And are left with no hands to hold

Well it's been a long long time without bows made of limbs
And blushing self-concious movements

But don't be forgetful, what the minutes mean to me
I log them all here on my blue-lined mind
Checking off the boxes til they all add up

There are those who tell me
To find the truth, you need to dig for the bones
But I was born with the sky in my head
I don't need to hunt for days for the right kind of meat
Some people were made for berries and seeds
Stars and clouds, far upon far, mean everything to me

posted by Unknown @ 4:58 AM