Moving From Chains.

a melody you tried to forget.

an old photograph no hands would want to set.

shattered glass

that lost its sparkle against the sun.



impulses that wore off.

sighs suppressed.

corners full of wisdom.

it's all it's ever be.



it was destined to be as is.

so let's leave it as is.

a half-eaten cupcake

with the icing still on.

mediciofflorence mediciofflorence
18-21
Feb 18, 2010