May 2017
The caged bird's whisper, white walls darken as the sun falls.
Carried myself across the hall, to watch another episode of family feud
like a typist ******* a keyboard.
Waking up to saliva on the denim couch
stumbling to my queen sized bed, wishing my sheets were less floral
another night spent
listening to the dusty box fan.
Carried myself across the hall, to watch another episode of family feud
like a typist ******* a keyboard.
Waking up to saliva on the denim couch
stumbling to my queen sized bed, wishing my sheets were less floral
another night spent
listening to the dusty box fan.
I took the time to write this when Zane and Eddie were visiting. It hurts to read it over again, but I hope the when someone see's it they know it was meant for them.
