yellow sunlight
creeps beneath the door
erasing the night
dreams are of
black and white
we are under the blanket of green
with streaks of burgundy
your hair rains
on my face
my red breath runs
on the turf of your tan
we paint dreams
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by ciggy at 12:49 AM