The rain
Falls gentle
Through the cracks in the window
Against the wind
That will send
My cold bones to sway
I call on the quiet
To answer the phone
Shove the bills to corner
I might sleep through the day
Hunger is friendly
When money is sparse
And sleep is a lover
When friendship is cruel
Work to be done
Bills to be paid
Sleep rushes in
I’m set adrift on its wave
A field full of flowers
Calls from the corner
Stares I can’t see
When my eyes close at last
Not a hunger here
No deadlines to fear
I lay my head in the grass
And the world is pure
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
The rain
Falls gentle
Through the cracks in the window
Against the wind
That will send
My cold bones to sway
I call on the quiet
To answer the phone
Shove the bills to corner
I might sleep through the day
Hunger is friendly
When money is sparse
And sleep is a lover
When friendship is cruel
Work to be done
Bills to be paid
Sleep rushes in
I’m set adrift on its wave
A field full of flowers
Calls from the corner
Stares I can’t see
When my eyes close at last
Not a hunger here
No deadlines to fear
I lay my head in the grass
And the world is pure