Your car came through town
a queen on her chair
with a silver spider web
smashed windscreen
and no door
on a scrap truck.
I didn't call you.
Told you in the pub last night
it was none of my business now
if you died or not.
Did I kiss that boy on the stairs?
I can feel myself falling in love already.
I stole prosecco off the kitchen counter,
drank the whole bottle.
It fizzed like stars and hopes and dreams
in my belly and
I started walking when the sun came up.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
Your car came through town
a queen on her chair
with a silver spider web
smashed windscreen
and no door
on a scrap truck.
I didn't call you.
Told you in the pub last night
it was none of my business now
if you died or not.
Did I kiss that boy on the stairs?
I can feel myself falling in love already.
I stole prosecco off the kitchen counter,
drank the whole bottle.
It fizzed like stars and hopes and dreams
in my belly and
I started walking when the sun came up.
