We can turn this home
Into a house
If
I could only catch the mouse crawling
Through the walls in my head
Then
Painted everything red
With the blood from my veins
Then
Decorated it with insane
While
Up on the highest shelf
The place
I store hell
I
Also
Store
Your secrets
I
Swore to never tell
YOU ARE READING
At First Glance
PoetryWell, this started originally as a plan to put up all my old writings from early teens on but has kinda developed into it's own new thing. Some are old and some are just thoughts as they come to me. All the ups and downs and things once thought mayb...
