im writing again

[boundinsound]

i wrote this last night, wont you please leave me comments on it??

tapestries, ect.
i'm balancing silver bars between the tongues of the ones i loved. tied of tired slippery songs. if it's too much then it's what i want.
that night you were bending spoons, and how the stars hate the moon
but theyre sagging down, so calmly.

so as the moon takes flight
the silver fades and
i'm a shiver,
held above a wisper

"won't you please?"