bkiwik:
The wind circles among the trees And it bangs about the new-made leaves For it is breathless without you
bkiwik:
Maybe there is a God above But all I’ve ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya And it’s not a cry that you hear at night It’s not somebody who’s seen the light It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
bkiwik:
the angel opens her eyes, her pale blue colored iris, presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide.
