The air is cold while darkness lays its head
For wind chimes howl yet drowning men in mead
Made clinking glass then shatters as she passed
Oh, how lovely she must be, how pale
How she dances, how she sparkles without avail
Wrinkling skies to wandering eyes of male
Slithering bodies one with friendly stares
Leaving the poor girl sleeping on the stairs
YOU ARE READING
mind of a girl
PoetryAll rights belong to the brain, where the information seeks the sane. for the collections of poems and thoughts of a growing daisy in a field of roses (aka the mind of an adolescent trying to find her way in life)
