dreamingofjynx
Standing on the edge of the curb, the little boy fidgeted with the strings of his back pack and wiggled his knees. The first day of school was going to be a big leap
The stars in heaven
Have not yet approved
of your beauty
You are dust
Or ash
and you fall out of my hair
on windy days
or tangle in the straps of my tank
I don't approve
of your beauty