Find me a place to hide.
When he comes back tonight,
Let him see an empty place,
Void of all the emotions
that I had let him feel.
Let him look through all the crevices,
I will be long gone before he comes.
And when he leaves,
Burn this house down.
Let the fire consume all the stories with itself.
Srabanti Chakrabarty
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
Find me a place to hide.
When he comes back tonight,
Let him see an empty place,
Void of all the emotions
that I had let him feel.
Let him look through all the crevices,
I will be long gone before he comes.
And when he leaves,
Burn this house down.
Let the fire consume all the stories with itself.
Srabanti Chakrabarty
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