Ode to "us"
Softly the sun sings to me,
through the cracks of my blinds,
leaving my room carelessly fragmented,
a red imprint on my scrunched up eyes.
i think about all the times,
we'd watch the sun set outside,
and now the blind feels like a cage,
and night has infiltrated my room.
through the cracks of my blinds,
leaving my room carelessly fragmented,
a red imprint on my scrunched up eyes.
i think about all the times,
we'd watch the sun set outside,
and now the blind feels like a cage,
and night has infiltrated my room.