Wednesday, May 08, 2013

When sun dies into mountain
Spent from all the heat
And wisting winds wax cool, then
Cold, the bones to cheat

O faces fat then thin look
Back but never see
The wormwood eyes, the soul shook
Silent, all for thee

This song is resonating with me. It's in my heart and has found my voice. I admit to being a Christina Perry fan. I've been known to...