Sometimes on particularly rainy days
I’ll find myself face down on a paper.
I’ll finger paint it will tear soaked pads
And I’ll brush a mosaic on my pillowcase
Letting
It
Sink
In
I’ll mail the blank page to your doorstep
And sleep comfortably in a sea of hasty brush strokes
Maybe this won’t change your life
But our secret will be kept safe.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Sometimes on particularly rainy days
I’ll find myself face down on a paper.
I’ll finger paint it will tear soaked pads
And I’ll brush a mosaic on my pillowcase
Letting
It
Sink
In
I’ll mail the blank page to your doorstep
And sleep comfortably in a sea of hasty brush strokes
Maybe this won’t change your life
But our secret will be kept safe.
