aceblade's works for Thursday, January 19, 2012

as twilight fades and new moon comes, eyes rolled back, smoke left my tongue, memories we had wash away, blow on past, cracked my lids thru my screened in glass, white-moon-shine reflect autumn's fall, watching leaves lift up, and walk on past, and when the moon is tired of work, sun's shift is... Sign in to see full entry.