no vacancy, i said
finger pointed toward my head
_
and yet that night i huddled cold
with you every blanket sold,
and every lamp that warmly glowed-
blackout curtains took the place
of floral dainties, window-graced
so come the morning sun's bright shine,
i might forget it once was mine.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
no vacancy, i said
finger pointed toward my head
_
and yet that night i huddled cold
with you every blanket sold,
and every lamp that warmly glowed-
blackout curtains took the place
of floral dainties, window-graced
so come the morning sun's bright shine,
i might forget it once was mine.
this is hella **** years later
