i've been sleeping with skeletons again lately
and drenching myself in purfume
so no one can smell my dead passion or the inspiration i always seem to lose
i keep hearing what you said and
i'm hearing dead poems being recited in my head again and i know my words will outlive me like they outlived you and that keeps me company
i've been writing things that don't make sense and sitting outside burning books again
*i've been sleeping with skeletons
again
they tell me not to write these things down again*
(cjw)
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
i've been sleeping with skeletons again lately
and drenching myself in purfume
so no one can smell my dead passion or the inspiration i always seem to lose
i keep hearing what you said and
i'm hearing dead poems being recited in my head again and i know my words will outlive me like they outlived you and that keeps me company
i've been writing things that don't make sense and sitting outside burning books again
*i've been sleeping with skeletons
again
they tell me not to write these things down again*
(cjw)
