Brick by Brick
You’re confusing wrecking balls for walls
let them fall, sugar lips;
nice and slow,
brick by brick.
08.28.11 @ 02:07 | Permalink
Because the World is Round
I wear my Freudian slips like evening gowns, spend my Limbo existence on the stage,write my fingers into fountain pens and ink perspiration, and eat lots of tomatoes.
Oh, and my name is Chelsey.
