Its that thing that kept me awake, that haunted me, and it put so many lines on my face-that one thing- the thing was how easy it was to not care. How simple it was to just flip a switch, one moment I'm caring and the next I'm not. The thought of it shook me down to my weakest bones. It was so wrong, it was everything horrible about this world, yet
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you fill the quiet houses
and lighten the darken rooms
and fix the broken hindges
and you the favorite spot where he likes to go read,in that one corner
you fix the dead bulb in that old rusty fridge
you are the lacy frindges
and all the finshing touches
that when it leaves nothing is the same
and were all pulled down by the pain
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