They speak in Secrets
And weave pretty Lies
Like Butterfly wings
And car-crash Goodbyes
i sing out Silence
i dream of Pain
Like Hell-bound Angels
And acid Rain
You hear of Beauty
And laugh at Love
Like calling Doves,
Pigeons
And Pigeons,
Doves
YOU ARE READING
Weird is a Good Thing
PoetryIf the cover hasn't scared you away yet, remember to read at your own risk.
