we were never sure of that house's color,
either way it was the skies child from morning to end,
you'll see your layers when you finally shred yourself apart,
and your words like heavenly moonset skies will heal my wounded mind you said,
years later and i am still coughing up bits and pieces of you,
we were hollow like the bottles that we drain
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
we were never sure of that house's color,
either way it was the skies child from morning to end,
you'll see your layers when you finally shred yourself apart,
and your words like heavenly moonset skies will heal my wounded mind you said,
years later and i am still coughing up bits and pieces of you,
we were hollow like the bottles that we drain
