Kill All Your Darlings
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
S.O.S.
They call me a wreck-
I just supposed my ship was lost...
Trying to find peace
And a boy with hair like smoke
(billowing and whispy)
Who always got the best of me;
and I drop like an anchor
Whenever his light is on.
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