The long grey sock has ripped
Dried wine on my sober lips
Velvet drapes hang half drawn
Tired eyes will embrace dawn
This old familiar room
A child must have bloomed
But now the walls do fade
Memories lie in their shade
It was a safer place
I look down with wrinkled face
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
The long grey sock has ripped
Dried wine on my sober lips
Velvet drapes hang half drawn
Tired eyes will embrace dawn
This old familiar room
A child must have bloomed
But now the walls do fade
Memories lie in their shade
It was a safer place
I look down with wrinkled face