Friday, January 13, 2012

BFD

Its whirling words and biting wit
that fail to exist here
It holds bleak deserts full of foolish souls
feeding off each other beneath the scorching sun

The beauty lie in the night sky
the moons rays glittering off the lights of the bluffs
the night watchers patiently waiting for 
a peace of mind

Its howling of the rumors that 
keep the chaste souls restless
It instills a hideous image of a
blighted future

Its terrifying,
and fear is a parasite in which 
I refuse to harbor in heart or mind



xoxo;
Geniece <3





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