All I saw was sunrise,
facing who I was to be.
I threw my childhood at the wind,
and watched it flutter to the sea.
I danced beneath the stars,
in the middle of the street.
You know exactly what you want
when it's dying at your feet.
As the curtain falls,
with your pockets full of sin,
all that's left are feelings,
crawling on your skin.
Ashes in Poetic Exploits
- Aug. 17, 2013, 4:02 p.m.
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