I was a lost child
A nobody's child
Looming on the streets
finding shelter from the rain
Will someone come take my hand?
I never know how long I would live
The room...it felt so warm
brightly lit yet cosy
welcoming yet strange
If I want to fill my empty stomach
I reach out for the fridge
Glad how you've found me
and decided to call me yours
She will be making liquid in the morning
it will be mesmerizing and we can taste it
Go now quickly
Upstairs...
Bring the pillows
No comments:
Post a Comment