#stephanieamey
Some empty spaces never fill up
You could never keep me
You could never keep up
And I could feel it heating up
A rhythm of bad luck.
I always speak in metaphors
So keep your ear to the floor
And when the door finally closed
I left you in your graveyard
Were the graves of our memories decompose. A ghost. A lost boy looking for home. I'll leave you in your catacomb, I just know how you get off on feeling alone.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
I need a distraction to delay my reactions. If I could explain it to you in fractions, I would.
Addition.
Subtraction.
We're just an equation that couldn't happen.
I was less than
You were greater than
I ever could be
You're in a different division.
But I just multiply the visions.
A mathematician couldn't solve me.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC