Swaying curtain in the window,
airguns after dinner,
broken doll on the highway,
a promise is a promise.
The small winters
in the corner of her eyes,
Mom and Dad, they hold serve
in the garden, at the office,
no one is watching as she reels,
hurt whispers on.
Walking past stones and trees,
the bones of things,
coming at it all wrong,
this time she makes a promise,
under a name that hides her.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 8:24 PM UTC
Swaying curtain in the window,
airguns after dinner,
broken doll on the highway,
a promise is a promise.
The small winters
in the corner of her eyes,
Mom and Dad, they hold serve
in the garden, at the office,
no one is watching as she reels,
hurt whispers on.
Walking past stones and trees,
the bones of things,
coming at it all wrong,
this time she makes a promise,
under a name that hides her.
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