basin for your dreams
Basin for your dreams
A pool of sorts it seems
Moonlight blurs memory with madness
Look through me
Like hard candy
Hanging from the tree
In january
Sister come to me
In your hour of need
We'll burn those headlines
And the leftover weed
A half-remembered dream
Like christmas on the beach
Colors are spinning into blackness
Rush through me
Like a washing machine
Send me tumbling
Again
Writer/s: SEPHINE
