I know where your dust bunnies lie
in those deep dark corners of your mind
swept into the depths of your despises
encapsulated in a jar filled with lies
I know where your dust bunnies rest
underneath the bed that's always a mess
the clothes that you never use to dress
are constantly covered in dust, yes
I know where your dust bunnies hide
within the ventricles of your heart inside
they'll travel in life to your lungs in time
suffocating you, oh look who lied.
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
