An empty house
on a cloudy afternoon
If I had known
I would've packed my bags
And escaped this harsh reality
Surround myself with people
Drown all the muted silence
Dripping drops
In my kitchen sink
Wasting water
As I'm wasting ink
My therapist
Told me to write
So many times I've craddled a journal and caressed a pen
Only to find myself falling asleep
With the ink flowing on my skin
Like its trying to write something
I once woke up to an ink stain on my couch
Finally some color in this boring pastel house
An empty house
Isn't an empty home
Sometimes I forget
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
An empty house
on a cloudy afternoon
If I had known
I would've packed my bags
And escaped this harsh reality
Surround myself with people
Drown all the muted silence
Dripping drops
In my kitchen sink
Wasting water
As I'm wasting ink
My therapist
Told me to write
So many times I've craddled a journal and caressed a pen
Only to find myself falling asleep
With the ink flowing on my skin
Like its trying to write something
I once woke up to an ink stain on my couch
Finally some color in this boring pastel house
An empty house
Isn't an empty home
Sometimes I forget
