when the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted,
its so pathetic,
it makes no sense at all
Im ripe with things to say,
the words rot and fall away
A stupid poem could fix this home,
I'd read it every day
i wish i could be him^
right where he is
wherever that happens to be
away from everything
no worries
no bullshit
no lies
no drama
peace
No comments:
Post a Comment