hours.
This conversation feels more like a lecture
tell her not to fall but promise that you’ll catch her
it’s not your fault that i don’t have time for you
it’s not your fault that i consistently rely on you
painting pictures in yellow’s and blue’s
the kind that hang above the tv in our living rooms
A showcase, some sort of display
of my affection for you that coincides with dismay.
Random Daze theme by Polaraul
