what a strange quiet house I'm in
Where i can't even hear myself think
Bottle after bottle and the silence ensues
I am alone here, and I will be alone here
For as long as the vacancy in my chest
And the absence of my mind
continues
~
I want a house overrun with lavenders for my children to play with.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
what a strange quiet house I'm in
Where i can't even hear myself think
Bottle after bottle and the silence ensues
I am alone here, and I will be alone here
For as long as the vacancy in my chest
And the absence of my mind
continues
~
I want a house overrun with lavenders for my children to play with.
