between two rooms, made beds on floors, outside hallway between here nor there.
clean dishes, play underground. window screen talking, losing you will be the best I can do.
avant de t’aimer. Lentement les saisons changent, nous les regardons reorganiser.
//before loving you. slowly the seasons change, we watch them reorganize.
my lips turned blue,
I am off I feel off
carrying a weight, too much
I want to disappear into myself
Or open pages, windows, hearts
on the roof of the chapel
Stories in the forest of fallen hills
Haunting revelations
I know what you know
In hours of gold illuminated
Houses of trees without leaves
L’heure d’or, la lavende dans l’aire
paint my words in open air
Leave your ghost,
carving the oak
Im writing a letter with you
The same story two ways
Never sent to either.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
between two rooms, made beds on floors, outside hallway between here nor there.
clean dishes, play underground. window screen talking, losing you will be the best I can do.
avant de t’aimer. Lentement les saisons changent, nous les regardons reorganiser.
//before loving you. slowly the seasons change, we watch them reorganize.
my lips turned blue,
I am off I feel off
carrying a weight, too much
I want to disappear into myself
Or open pages, windows, hearts
on the roof of the chapel
Stories in the forest of fallen hills
Haunting revelations
I know what you know
In hours of gold illuminated
Houses of trees without leaves
L’heure d’or, la lavende dans l’aire
paint my words in open air
Leave your ghost,
carving the oak
Im writing a letter with you
The same story two ways
Never sent to either.
