Feb 2015
You won't find me where you left me,
Huddled in the cold. No when you return you won't find me at all. I have shed the skin you once knew, like a snake I left old memories and layers where you last loved me. Where you last saw me. Like a snake you disappeared into the cool shade of stones as to not feel the wrath of our burning home. Our home you let it burn down and become the kind of ash no phoenix could ever rise from. Because what you left was venom.
Huddled in the cold. No when you return you won't find me at all. I have shed the skin you once knew, like a snake I left old memories and layers where you last loved me. Where you last saw me. Like a snake you disappeared into the cool shade of stones as to not feel the wrath of our burning home. Our home you let it burn down and become the kind of ash no phoenix could ever rise from. Because what you left was venom.
