Idle prattle left behind on the linoleum,
we walk in silence.
Sometimes in the humming dinn of the radio,
I mouth words
hoping you'll hear.
But that's all we've become.
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 11:26 PM UTC
Idle prattle left behind on the linoleum,
we walk in silence.
Sometimes in the humming dinn of the radio,
I mouth words
hoping you'll hear.
But that's all we've become.