Carry me through the grocery store,
the maze of aisles a hundred times, a thousand,
until it feels like home,
until I don't know anything but a haggard hollow soul wandering through.
The cow moos, the vegetables flip and sing
and I don't want anything
anything
but the ice cream outside the door.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
Carry me through the grocery store,
the maze of aisles a hundred times, a thousand,
until it feels like home,
until I don't know anything but a haggard hollow soul wandering through.
The cow moos, the vegetables flip and sing
and I don't want anything
anything
but the ice cream outside the door.