My echoing laughter
Catches the walls
Just below the ceiling
When I see it again
In the reiteration of his own hand
That you were right
And the world was wrong
That it was not meant to be as this
A singing song
But a reproach of the sigh
Of another man
How clever of the Frost to hide
On another set of snowy hands
How clever indeed were you also to find
The original meaning of such a man
With props to you
I laugh again
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
My echoing laughter
Catches the walls
Just below the ceiling
When I see it again
In the reiteration of his own hand
That you were right
And the world was wrong
That it was not meant to be as this
A singing song
But a reproach of the sigh
Of another man
How clever of the Frost to hide
On another set of snowy hands
How clever indeed were you also to find
The original meaning of such a man
With props to you
I laugh again
