Jul 2016
The grass was wet when the sky was black
Earth stood aburst with a hundred smells
But tiptoeing left thunder, as if mended was the crack
And the sand swallowed rain drops
The door of my house stands open
My nights have become accustomed to waiting
I have forgotten how to take care of myself
Please come and teach me once again.
Earth stood aburst with a hundred smells
But tiptoeing left thunder, as if mended was the crack
And the sand swallowed rain drops
The door of my house stands open
My nights have become accustomed to waiting
I have forgotten how to take care of myself
Please come and teach me once again.
There was this poem by Jessica that started trending an hour ago. The last line of it said: "And when are you coming home?". It hit me. That's how I came to write this.
I know it's way far from perfection but I tried. I wanted to make t lighter for myself and I am glad at least something came out.
I know it's way far from perfection but I tried. I wanted to make t lighter for myself and I am glad at least something came out.
