I love this house,
the yellow stucco,
my thinking tree, the one who's tallest branch helped me escape from the things below.
I love my room,
it has absorbed everything about me into it's walls,
they made me feel safe, and helped me escape
Sometimes I hate the owners who have shaped and molded me into the person I am now
They are the landowners and I am the renter
Coming and going without a trace and never offering nor receiving a likeness of an embrace
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
I love this house,
the yellow stucco,
my thinking tree, the one who's tallest branch helped me escape from the things below.
I love my room,
it has absorbed everything about me into it's walls,
they made me feel safe, and helped me escape
Sometimes I hate the owners who have shaped and molded me into the person I am now
They are the landowners and I am the renter
Coming and going without a trace and never offering nor receiving a likeness of an embrace
