Wishing I was home
I listen to girls whispering
"I wish death didn't mean die"
"I hate the quiet, it's too loud"
They say
"There's only so much I can feel"
A tempest swaying back and forth
"I don't think I can live without you...
I don't think I can live without you...
I don't think I can live without you..."
Writing on my white walls
That hate the quiet
"There's only so much i can feel"
They say
"It's sad how loud silence can be"
"I wish I was home"
Walking by, they say
"There's only so much I can feel"
Teaching us, they mean
It's sad how loud silence can be"
A tempest swaying back and forth
"I don't think I can live without you...
I don't think I can live without you...
I don't think I can live without you..."
Listening, thinking faces
That can't live without home
Making me wish
Death didn't mean die
YOU ARE READING
Dread
Poetry"If loving you is a mistake, I will make that mistake A million times over." -a poet, a muse.
