The floor creaks
When she steps down
From the sheets
In her night gown
Spiders crawl
In the morning
Leaves fall
When it is pouring
She gets a call
To do the chores
Her heart stays alive
Though she pulled the chords
How long
will this go on
What is her prize
For not having what she wants.
.
?
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
The floor creaks
When she steps down
From the sheets
In her night gown
Spiders crawl
In the morning
Leaves fall
When it is pouring
She gets a call
To do the chores
Her heart stays alive
Though she pulled the chords
How long
will this go on
What is her prize
For not having what she wants.
.
?
