Crayon-box Monday
Oct. 20th, 2014 10:01 amRiding on a purple train
After snuggling in a silver car
Flashing past grey cemeteries,
Green trees, white graffiti,
On an ice-blue Monday morning
that smells like new crayons.
After snuggling in a silver car
Flashing past grey cemeteries,
Green trees, white graffiti,
On an ice-blue Monday morning
that smells like new crayons.