jars of honey filled the shelves, a golden veil passed through the kitchen. i buried the picture of us in the back yard and where the rain washed away your name wild flowers grew.
the wild flowers grew up to my window and into my hair, the daisy's chained around my neck and maybe i choked but i shouldn't tell you why i couldn't breath
days past and i still couldn't fall asleep, the sound of violin strings turned into barbed wire a symphony of sadness.
glad you put the music away
YOU ARE READING
Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
