Matt Pond PA
Red Ankles
sleeping became useless when the thought had hit my mindthe markings from your socks impressing skin into designso with it walk awaythe part i've facedyour face in partsthe lines that will not leave my heada change like strings of lights that sparklooking downyour ankle's redi've imagined every single detail of the strainthe sickness is what i don't know that will not go awaythat will not go awaythe instinct of camerasis all for the instantthe nettlesthe bluenessfallow for progressthe end of julycan't be called liarto you i am no liarthe part i've facedyour face in partsthe lines will not leave my heada change like strings of light that sparklooking downyour ankle's red
From Letras Mania