Doors unlocked It’s an open house Come traipse through my rooms And sit on my couch Remodel oh lord Tear the kitchen out
By Christina Osterhouse4 years ago in Poets
Make a wish! They say, On the death of a star By the last vestiges of a candles fire Through the piercing crack of a wishbones rattle
Fighting my mind I’m going back and forth Screaming to the sky Knowing its pointless Please let me go I want to be happy
It’s a poem not a song Just words. Boring and long But see that’s where you’re wrong There’s a rhythm, a cadence You can’t simply read along
