I seek solace in the strangest things
In the trying on of a faux gold ring
Yes, I seek solace in the strangest things
And I find comfort in the darkest ways
In the graying sky and the rainy days
Yes, I find comfort in the darkest ways
I lose my mind to the fakest worlds
To the one that says I'm a normal girl
Yes, I lose my mind to the fakest worlds
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poeziebook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
