Interlude
LEAH SIMMONS
Some days are so pretty and pink,
Where every step is pretty much a skip and a wink,
And my hands swing through the crisp air,
Feeling every kiss of the cold,
And it's like why can't I hold onto this feeling,
Was I stronger before because I never let it out,
Hidden in by a glass of still energy.
Or am I stronger now because I can't regulate my emotions.
Sparking an uncharted flairs of flickers of blood and red and burnt orange,
Crazy, I'm crazy in every aspect of that word.
And I fucked it again,
Let's keep going.
