Pale-white like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close; you are second-hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
Danielle Shada Eason. 23. Syracuse, NY.
Singer. Photographer. Earth Child.
Vintage & Antique Enthusiast.