15 February 2013
Do you come alive when i sleep? Those lustrous eyes that discreetly peek, look so small but so alive, stare calmly at the wall, acting so contrived, was that i move i saw?
Your lace petticoat starch stiffened, your pretty hair tied with a blue ribbon. A china doll with a china heart, who lives in the corner of my eye, not quite two worlds apart.
Beth • Opuss № I