Skuller.

Saturday, September 19

Rearrange.

She wakes up, rage and grace,

Pulling me closer, pushing away,

And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine,

Twisting and turning;

We're all intertwined.

Broken wing, empty glass,

Words that scream and bounce right back.

She says, "You know,

We'd all like to rearrange."

...

I know. I'm back. (=

--wan.

posted at 12:20

PROFILE

Hazwan Tan
19
Visual Communication student
School of Design, Nanyang Polytechnic
Singapore