He fed me forever in teaspoons
And sometimes I would tremble so much
That little bits of forever would spill over and hit the ground
And I felt greedy because I wanted all of that teaspoon of eternity
In case it would run out.
He was my traveling home
We were a trailer full of broken hearts
Guitar strings that were old and snapped when touched
And when the winding roads wound me up so tight that I could explode with just one word
He gave me two
And I found a home in them that was warmer and safer than freezing house I was raised in.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
He fed me forever in teaspoons
And sometimes I would tremble so much
That little bits of forever would spill over and hit the ground
And I felt greedy because I wanted all of that teaspoon of eternity
In case it would run out.
He was my traveling home
We were a trailer full of broken hearts
Guitar strings that were old and snapped when touched
And when the winding roads wound me up so tight that I could explode with just one word
He gave me two
And I found a home in them that was warmer and safer than freezing house I was raised in.
Based off of a character in a story I've started