"you'll come home in 3 days, just have some fun baby, okay?"
smell of freshly baked pie, grandmother's love
smell of rain, tea and apples
she talks too much, she understand too little
of what's in her head
it prepares her mind, it'll come out soon.
hello, you're there?
YOU ARE READING
Between the Lines
Poetrywhen your screwed up mind plays with words you just write it down
