๑⠀⠀⠀johnny ⠀⠀◟⠀㈽ ♡⠀◝⠀⠀⠀ᯇ⠀⠀⠀
johnny, who was it that said
a white wall may seem empty
but it's ready to be filled
and, in its readiness, needs nothing
it stands complete
was it you?
i don't remember
but it makes me wonder
johnny, why couldn't you be ready, too?
i was ready, ready to be happy
ready for that long look that never ends
and, now, i don't know what to do
yes, johnny, i'll say it
this is a love song, isn't it?
yes, well, i guess this is how it ends
a strange poem about a plain and ready
white wall
one with many questions
and a dog as speechless as that same wall
and the sorrows of love's slow passing
goodbye, johnny
૮꒰ྀི ᴗ͈ ˕ ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀིა
