it felt ***** with you
the kitchen i grew up in
the abandoned victorian, alone
but the rotting bowl of fruit
it felt living with you
searching for the best view in town
(the passenger seat at 4am,
facing you)
it was so slow with you
stopping time when we cried and i clung,
suddenly left with the last five years
and the eleven-year-old bird clock
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
it felt ***** with you
the kitchen i grew up in
the abandoned victorian, alone
but the rotting bowl of fruit
it felt living with you
searching for the best view in town
(the passenger seat at 4am,
facing you)
it was so slow with you
stopping time when we cried and i clung,
suddenly left with the last five years
and the eleven-year-old bird clock
i was sad but now i see it's okay
