I want to go to the place where the trees spoke cigarettes and the bees hum songs of broken hearts.
Where The boys paint their faces like bowie and drape themselves in shades of Prince’s purple.
The girls you pass tip their torn top hats to you in hallways with a silent glare that unnerves even each other.
No one is hungry, but it’s been a while since they were full.
Time passes slow time passes fast. Some say it’s heaven some say it’s hell, but whatever it is I say it’s a Paisley Park state of mind.
The sky is always grey, but no one can remember the last time it rained.
I looked for the ocean but found a stream. It brought me life, but it wasn’t strong enough to take me away.
I look to the left and then I look to the right, but I saw was the same.
Everyone smiles, but the air is quiet with the absents of laughter.
I’ve been thinking of staying in this place
About the Creator
Lily Caudill
I take inspiration from my family roots in The Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky. You will find that my works have a darker undertones with a dash of humor. I am currently working on a novel Conflict of Interest. I hope you enjoy.
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