My Heart
a black marble cat,
a broken porcelain ghost,
a soft shimmering mess.
Then, with dazzling music
stars re-appear & passion lies
in an absurd silhouette.
And again we kiss and bleed.
By: Kimberly Perette
I thought I was the voice of reason, now just call me Kimberly Tourette.
My Heart
a black marble cat,
a broken porcelain ghost,
a soft shimmering mess.
Then, with dazzling music
stars re-appear & passion lies
in an absurd silhouette.
And again we kiss and bleed.
By: Kimberly Perette