We
Sing in graveyards
We
Dance in burning rooms
We
Color bones, with magic markers
We
Rest in the eye of hurricanes
What´s more remarkable, still
we
laugh at what isn´t funny
we
do what we obviously shouldn´t
and,
we
love, the unlovables
Lexy Sogl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-30/
