boxed up nostalgia for cupboards
i rarely hide under covers now
it all has a different interpretation
comfortable not dancing in crowds
because alone i can
i was in the study just last month
learning the lines of your dna by heart
but i found myself rewriting you
and all the things you do
which i shouldn’t have done
but i wanted to, so i did.
moved on, packed up
waiting for transactions to process
stuck in pending
i began with ending
i began with ending
i began with ending
- Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 4th, 2020 11:02
- Category: Unclassified
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