nostalgia bullets
pierce, pierce
light up a room
in a corner
dropping, falling
off the edge
every touch
a needle bite
cumulus end
respire release
please Peace
faded colors
shapes, geometry
built with
one flaw
those bullets
a bite, a gnaw
nostalgia bullets
keep me raw

when will things start to get better? when?

leaveyouinthesummer:

maybe things will start to get better. maybe.