You can’t smell it anymore,
static cuts out the radio,
it’s the new
aftertaste in water.
&
the smell
of someone’s house
you’re visiting for the first time,
Gawking at old buildings,
hearing syllables differ-
ntly, speaking the same,
different, words heard
A new kind of music and the scent
of childhood
You think you could
stay here, escape
You feel your soul
change, and your heart
beats stronger
There is nothing to fear.
There is nothing ***** here.
How the thunder
and lightening
give you a new
but old kind of fear
but the rain washes everything
the same.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
You can’t smell it anymore,
static cuts out the radio,
it’s the new
aftertaste in water.
&
the smell
of someone’s house
you’re visiting for the first time,
Gawking at old buildings,
hearing syllables differ-
ntly, speaking the same,
different, words heard
A new kind of music and the scent
of childhood
You think you could
stay here, escape
You feel your soul
change, and your heart
beats stronger
There is nothing to fear.
There is nothing ***** here.
How the thunder
and lightening
give you a new
but old kind of fear
but the rain washes everything
the same.
