Monday, September 20, 2010

the glass floor swallows you,
while the sun's wide open mouth
licks the water right off your face.

sure, you never asked to be clean
but you always needed it
we just had to show you.

don't worry.
i promise you'll be happy in the end.
cross my heart,
caus now you cannot die.

1 comment:

  1. Ah how deep !! The opening lines caught my wavering thoughts and I just realized how true your words are ! Lovely !