if only i could slip through the floorboards
it'd be much easier than facing all that terrifies me
i go braindead and i can't even move, never mind speak
i might as well just be a ghost ghost g h o s t
inject the lyrics and take a long drag of the rhythm
i relax for a second and then it all comes rushing back
YOU ARE READING
lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
