poemy

[sexysquirrels]

the holes in my jeans, they tell you where ive been
the sores on my feet, sing the words of danced songs
the feathers that fly, show the fight of the night
a subject is what ill never be, to photograph you is my dream
plucked one by one for your love or not
the petals are my inperfections
waiting to be picked up

just a lil random in my angry hour

Meagan Amber